You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
Believe in me and die forever.
I am nothing, and not even that.
In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.
Some writers research in order to write. I write in order to research topics that interest me. Especially if I can meet with other people, in forums from illness support groups to phone-sex hotlines, and learn what other people know best.