Depression

I cannot stop myself from the thoughts of death. I imagine it all the time. How will people react when I die. Will I affect people? Ha, I know I won’t. Everyone will use the fact I died for their own advantage to make people feel bad for them. I can see it now. “My daughter just died” thinking feel awful for me. You fucking selfish prick. I will never kill myself, because of that exact reason. I hate all of you.