I overheard a discussion about life after death, if there were any. They talked about how they believed that you go to heaven or just a peaceful place without any negativity where you can live eternally. It got me thinking, and I honestly both believe and hope that when you die, you are dead. Your body, your thoughts, your feelings, everything than once were you are gone. You do not notice that you are gone, like some great darkness is surrounding you and you are just there in the middle of it. You are, simply enough, gone. Forever. And I like that thought. That is the thought that brings out the suicidal parts of me. I want to die because I want to die, I want to cease to exist, like when I am asleep. If I am tired of life, why would I want a life after death? When you die you disappear; no soul left, not anything at all. That is the point.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with my life.