You know how I want to die?

I want to spontaniously implode.

When I get to old and too decreped to actually live anymore, when I get to the point where I can't even enjoy anything anymore, I want to just up and spontaniously implode.

Not explode.

Not combust.

Implode.

I want to implode.

And I'm going to be incredibly dissapointed when I don't, and just die in my sleep or by some freak accident.

Or by kidney failure.

That'd suck.

But no, now, I want to spontaniously implode. And I'm going to, until it's been proved to me that I can't.

So there.

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Rosie.

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