death/non-existence trigger warning I guess.
I kind of envy people that want to not exist. I really do. In a way. Because, I’m sure it sucks to have such a life and unmotivation that it actually drives one so far to say “I do not want to exist” is sad, but... Idk, I can’t even live my life when I’m happy.Â
Lately, the thought of not existing and being dead has kicked in. Hard. Even when I’m distracted or happy, it crosses my mind. I can’t keep myself so busy 24/7 that it never crosses my mind, because it does no matter what I’m doing, what I’m thinking or if I’m happy or not. I force myself to keep working so I don’t think more which is one of the reasons my latest tests have been so surprisingly good WHICH is a good aspect of it I guess but I still hate it.
Hach do you remember the times my only worry was that I felt unloved and unhappy and that I had no talent at all? These things vanished to a certain extend, but I guess life just wants you to feel terrible.
The ironic thing is that I’ve found comfort in sleeping more than before, even though sleeping is so close to what I’m actually afraid of. This gives me hope that, eventually, once I grow older, I will get sick of life and just look forward to being dead. So I don’t have to think, so I don’t have to worry, so I don’t feel.... so I don’t exist, don’t remember anything. Not my friends, not my family, not that I was happy, not the world,... nothing. This may scare only me, but it really does. I’d rather live forever together with everyone else. Living forever alone is a curse, but together, I don’t think I’d complain. I know yin-yang all that shit, but ugh it just scares me. We should be allowed to decide ourselves when we want to die, not have age decide it for us.
It’ll just be black forever and I’ll never even know. And I’ll never wake up again. Or maybe I will. Who knows after all? I kinda want to be reborn, but at the same time I don’t.
I don’t know what scares me more reborn without having any memories of this life, which would mean I wouldn’t even know that I “survived” bc I literally didn’t or just infinite darkness without even knowing.Â
Sometimes I work or am doing my hobby, the thought strikes “You’ll die. 1/5 of your life is already over.”. I’m not afraid of dying per se, but I’m afraid of what comes after.
That’s like saying “pfft don’t be afraid to do something dangerous, you won’t know you didn’t make it if you die anyway!”
And saying “Well you’re dead anyway so you won’t be afraid. Don’t worry.” --- well, who the fuck cares?? I know that I won’t feel anything when I’m dead AND THAT’S what worries me. Not that I’ll be dead, I know I won’t know. I don’t know when I sleep either.Â
It just hurts. Brain, shut up. Please.