I Regret What's In My Camera Roll

And no, it's not a think piece on nudes.

Last week, I celebrated my birthday on a classically beautiful June day with my friends, swimming in the sun and enjoying delicious cake. That evening, fueled by the day's joy and love, I decided to lay in bed and write about my death. (Your girl knows how to party.)

No, it’s not as morbid as it sounds. On my birthday, I reflect on death—not to be sad, b…