I Think About Death

Hmmm, only 19 people think about it. What to make of that?!?! Today I am trying to make sense of it all again, I quite so often loose sight of the objective and have to search for nothing that can be equated to any significance or reasoning for any of it. I so then try not to get to this point where I question it, my existence, any existence whatsoever, but inevitably it happens. What reasoning did I find before? Or did i just give up the search? Why have I been obsessed with having an aneurysm lately, thinking about how quickly I could just be gone? Perhaps it is just Monday, I Mean, I know better, but just maybe it is just Monday.