i have come to accept over the past 3 weeks that death should not be feared by anyone. you as a concept, person, soul only exist from conception onwards, you dont remember a limbo state or consciousness or a past life before you were born, one day, you just become consciousness and start taking in information around you and remembering it. death marks the beginning again of that pre birth stage so you won’t feel or go through anything. as i was getting closer to my birthday, i realized that o genuinely can’t do this for any longer. there’s a timer in my head and it’s been getting louder and shorter every single day. i’ve been having vivid visual and auditory hallucinations on the daily and the worst part is that im still conscious enough to know that my subconscious is cucking me. where would i be in 5, 10, 15 years? the same empty inbred sub-5 wagie i am right now. this all leads to death anyways, why bother artificially extending our suffering on earth for another 50-70 years? working for what? just to keep a roof over our heads to house our empty lives and maybe if you’re lucky, pay for a car to get to that work so that stacy on the bus doesn’t have to put her bag on the only empty seat because you’re the only person standing. genuinely no point to anything, i don’t find fun in vidya, driving, music, and even touching my broken dick. once i go ER, thats it for my story, no happy ending, no fairy tale or success story or anything, its just the end of who you are. there is nothing afterwards, no fear of consequences or punishment or suffering, you already did and knew all the suffering on this earth
