Mulattocel
Admiral
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- Joined
- Apr 21, 2019
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I have all the motivation to kill myself. Short, ugly af, no future, all my friends have left me. For some reason though I can’t bring myself to get there. I get closest when I’m drunk in fact if I ever do end my life it will be because of the courage I have when I’m drunk. But what is it that keeps us here even when life is utter trash. Fear of Hell? Fear of nothingness? Fear of just not knowing? Will we ever know what happens after death? I think we will.