I’m scared for what happens after we’ve died. Or rather, I’m scared that this is my one chance, and that there isn’t anything after I’ve passed, I just stop existing. No more memories or experiences to make, I just stop, and nothing I have ever done matters. It really freaks me out. It almost pushes me to tears.
And then there are other times, when I wouldn’t care if it was to happen - today or tomorrow - I just kind of think to myself, “I really want to fucking die.” I just want for it to be over. I don’t want to have to deal with anything or anyone and I don’t have to learn how to exist.
It kind of reminds me of FOMO actually. It might not be that I actually want to keep living, I just don’t want to miss out on anything when I do die.