Have you ever considered death at some point?

When I see someone of my age pass away, I think of myself, and every time I feel that death is terrible, I attach great importance to the safety of myself, my family and friends.

I have seriously considered it many times, and a few minutes ago I thought about taking a long trip, getting off the bus at the highway service area, and committing suicide by taking sleeping pills in the barren mountains and mountains, which may be a good choice.

When things didn't go well, I thought about suicide, and this emotion was always there, and the intensity of my suicidal feelings depended on my cognitive hope for the future.

I thought about it when I was in college. I'm afraid that when I die, I will have a lot of regrets, I am afraid that my belongings will not be kept as I wanted, I am afraid that when I die, I will be able to see things that are not agreeable, and I am afraid that the people I care about will encounter difficulties and suffer in the future, because I am the kind of person who can not leave with peace of mind until everything is in order.

When I was in high school, I watched Sanmao and thought of a way to die, but in the end, it was close to numbness, so I lay down in the desert to watch the sunset or the grassland to watch the starry sky, and then died numbly in the beauty.

When I was in middle school, I felt that I couldn't stand it anymore, and I would take broken glass and make cuts on my hands. It's really uncomfortable, and I imagine a knife stabbing it and dying very happily, which is very enjoyable.

The most real thing I felt about death was when a junior high school classmate died of leukemia. I went home and cried for two days after learning the news, firstly because I felt guilty that I had not visited him, and secondly because he was dead, really dead. At that time, death as I understood it was that everything could not be saved.

When I was in the second grade, I couldn't sleep one night and thought about death, and I was so scared to think about it, and I still slept with my parents at that time, and I cried until I fell asleep.

I thought about it, and I also came up with a way to jump off a cliff, the kind of place that is similar to a bottomless pit, I made up my mind to jump from a very high place and then look at the scenery below (head down) or look at the sky farther and farther away (head up) and then I would feel very beautiful, and slowly I would be numb in the beauty, and finally I should have no regrets in the numbness to die.

When death comes, death loses its meaning to the deceased itself. The most important revelation I have for thinking about death is to cherish life, love life, and live well.

I didn't do anything and chose to enjoy my last moments with my family.

Generosity is easy to do, and it is easy to die calmly.

Cherish life. Never give up.

You won't know until you're actually facing it.

Laugh without saying a word.

Let death be feared!

Natural reaction, desperate struggle.

Calm and calm, you have to die early and late.

I will pray to God. Or go back to another world.

I won't escape, I've been through this a lot.

It depends on how long it is before death.