Disposable?

Another need of exploding words when one wants a new idea. Oh, that is me. What would you do when you have a bloody annoying life which wants you to deal with? I don’t mean to say that it is bloody annoying, because sometimes the victory is on my side. I am having a battle with it. I’m just waiting who will first come to an end. It’s a little bit complex when you think about it critically. But when my life comes to its end, what would happen to me? And if I die, what would happen to my life? Could it be that both will meet the demise together? Who knows.