Long winded but much shortened version.
I don't know, makes me wonder if I've tried my absolute best that I could have before passing.
Lack of enjoyment. I find things enjoyable for a little while now, then I find myself needing more and more, to still feel enjoyment.
The means, definitely. For me anyway. I already found the end without a meaningful means to it, is practically a shell and that's all we get for it.
Apparently showing emotion, I am yet to find it helpful to do so. But I guess it's part of how I talk. Otherwise I feel stifled and overthinking on what I should be saying.
About 1 or 2 days preferably
I admit I have flaws, quite large ones too. Also I am perhaps not very detailed in how I describe myself, gaps.
Shave once a month on my face.
That's difficult, because I eventually do
Because I found myself being drained and irritated most of the time talking to them. Space can be helpful there.
Possibly, but the person for certain will always be there through everything, ups, downs, the good times, the bad times and every single thought, feeling and experience I've ever had, is me. Doesn't mean I won't try, and I can enjoy people's company, but at this point I'm okay alone as well. Even though people can make up a large part of who I am, I'm solitary in my path as well.
In childhood, that person turned out to be my best friend, which I'm recently reconnecting with