I have things to do

Earlier today I was reading ‘Knowing it could kill you isn’t a deterrent’: the deadly trade in diet pills. The article centers around DNP, a chemical not meant for human consumption. It also contains quotes from survivors and sufferers of anorexia nevrosa -- suoting two those under the cut.

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But then. BUT THEN. I thought, clear as anything, "I don't want to die. I have things to do."

I don't know if it's because I was at a (different) friend's funeral less than a week ago and/or I am dtruggling to finish some drawings before my train tomorrow, but it's true. I don't want to die and I do have things to do.

I feel like it's the first time in my life I've ever consciously thought this. It seemed worth writing down.