I don't really care much for dying.

I used to. I used to be so unbearably suicidal that I would sit down and think of all the ways to kill myself for days on end. But now I don't. Between dying and living- it's all the same to me. I couldn't care less either way. The way I see it, we're all going to die anyway. Why try to delay the inevitable? Why try to speed it up? Let life run its course and eventually it'll end. Now, I get that people want to be remembered or whatever. But seriously? There will come a time when the human race will go extinct and there will be no one left to remember Cleopatra or Martin Luther King Jr. much less what the hell Ruth Tirado (me) did when she was on Earth for what little time she had.

Everything I do or say or think (I won't say 'we' lest some poor unfortunate soul gets offended by the statement) has no meaning as it is as no one will be around to remember that I did, said or thought it. 

Now, if people want to make a change in other people's life, then maybe we can chat about that but otherwise, I don't care much for living and I don't care for dying either.