father Manfred died the day before yesterday. I do not like blogging about it. only that I do not know how I m. can comfort. whenever it matters, I'm almost speechless. but I'll try anything.
on tumblr a girl told me that the dad of her friend and just dies and that one can not help it. He has lung cancer and he dies. is what it looks shitty real life. death is so real, you can do nothing, you are confronted constantly with it.
I can quite simply, out of a decision to stop smoking? Most people who need meds and yes nicorette and the white vulture what else.
I wonder how it will be from now, without a cigarette. cough no more? no heartbeat, no sweating at night, and this terrible fear of death will then also go away again. stop all this I get as compensation for's.
I'd say that is a deal.
a life without fear of death. I'm much too young to think about dying every day ans, but that is what I've done the last few years. every day.
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