I look forward to not stressing or struggling anymore. Life is maintaining between one crisis to the next. I never get to rest. In death I will. I’m glad that I moved to another country far away from anyone who knows me. The thought of a stupid funeral makes me sick. All of these people, who didn’t even like you much less love you coming to a service to pretend to be sad is disgusting. I’m so glad there will be no funeral. I hate fake people.