HOW THE FUCK AM I OVER THE WORD LIMIT ON MY ROUGH DRAFT THIS IS BULLSHIT
I kind of loathe myself for the sentence I just wrote:
"One cannot think of being outlived without accepting the inevitability of one’s own death."
This is so douchey and stupidly pretentious. I’m fully aware of my power to twist the English language into doing my bidding for the sake of a good grade, but right now I’m not using that power very responsibly. I hope I think of a way to edit this down later. This was supposed to be an essay about kids for fuck’s sake.