I don't have any friends or family left, everyone is either dead or has disowned me. I have an incurable illness that will kill me sometime in the next couple years guaranteed, because even if they found a cure now it's already progressed too far for anything to be effective.

I've been crossing things off my bucket list steadily for the last few months, traveling with a man I met online. And once everything is crossed off and I'm satisfied I've done everything I wanted to do, which shouldn't be too much longer, I'm giving myself to him.

I'm going to let him do what he wants with me. No limits whatsoever. The only requirement is that he has to kill me before the illness does, and then he can do whatever he wants with my body. There's nobody left to go to my funeral, so why should I care what happens with my body after I die?

I don't know how much I can say on here without getting my confession deleted, but he's gone over a lot of his ideas about what to do with me before and after death. I'm sure they won't be as fun as they sound now when he's actually doing them to me, but I'm looking at maximum 2 years of life anyway, if I'm lucky, and I'd rather let someone else live out their sick fantasies than sit alone in a hospital waiting to die anyway.

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