What is wrong with meeeeeeeee?!
I just wrote my will. You know, the list of instructions and important shit you leave to people which they will read the moment you die. It's not a lengthy one because I have no businesses or properties whatsoever (HA. lucky Sput!) but it's quite long because I gave specific instructions on how I should be buried (closed casket! No one should see my face! No funeral snacks! The only funeral music is the one in my playlist which basically will include La vie En Rose and Somewhere Over the Rainbow by Israel Kamakamiwo'ole ).
Do you think I'm vain? Yeah, I agree. But I think it's safe to say that everyone wants to be lovable when they're dead. It's weird coz I don't really consider myself as a vain person. I'm not so into clothes and make-up and lotion...but when it's about my death and my corpse, ha! I want gold nail polish and pink cheeks.
Thus, I'm doomed.
I'm doomed. I'm doomed. I'm doomed. I'm doomed.
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