One day I will be old and I will die. Or soon. I don't know. I just know the inevitable. I will die. What happens then? I am just a memory? I was supposed to live a whole life and just end it. Then what? I am nothing. I think nothing. I am nothing. What happens to me? Is there anything on the other side and if so how? How was anything anything? These thoughts circled my head and still do daily and I sometimes break out in tears. I make 2 wishes every single day. I still do. I wish I either never existed in this endless loop of life and death and happy and sad and I could never had lived in the first place or I wish I could stay on Earth forever. Even with these thoughts... The concept of death scares me more than anything in the world ever will.
