I am scared of death. I don’t want to die. I try to live each day to the fullest, but every night when I go to bed, I just regret about what I could have done. I want to exist, I want to breathe. I want to touch and feel and dance under the sky. But one day I’m going to sleep. Forever. I won’t ever wake up again to see the sun. I won’t ever be able to see the world or do my favorite thing, eating. Time will go on and I will be forgotten. I will lose my family members and just… cease to exist.
What frustrates me the most is that I don’t understand anything in the world. Why is there time? Why can’t I be immortal? If there’s a God, who created God? I think deeper and deeper and I feel lonely. I guess what I’m missing in my life is just, love.