01-19-2017, 12:20 AM
She's obsessed with death to the point that her questions mentally exhaust me.
Her: what happens after we die?
Me: I don't know, no one knows.
Her: Why
Me: I don't fucking know
Her: well if you die, I'll never see you again.
Me: We'll always be together in our hearts
Her: that's not good enough, when you turn to bones you'll be in the ground like a dog.
Me: well lets not worry about that, it's not going to happen for a long time.
Her: yeah, but it's going to happen.
Me: Jesus Christ, get the hell away from me, you're depressing the shit out of me.
Her: what happens after we die?
Me: I don't know, no one knows.
Her: Why
Me: I don't fucking know
Her: well if you die, I'll never see you again.
Me: We'll always be together in our hearts
Her: that's not good enough, when you turn to bones you'll be in the ground like a dog.
Me: well lets not worry about that, it's not going to happen for a long time.
Her: yeah, but it's going to happen.
Me: Jesus Christ, get the hell away from me, you're depressing the shit out of me.