alonelysappytree
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Merry Christmas.
Its been a while. It’s so close to 2026, and I am honestly terrified. I am leaving school and everything and everyone I know this coming year, hopefully, and in all I am still terrified of fucking it all up- but more so, I am scared of the concept itself. I am growing up, and I am so so so scared of dying.
It sounds childish to ‘be afraid’ of dying, `it’s inevitable!’, `we’ll all die some day, just face it’. I get it comes out of a good place, but what terrifies me is that there is nothing after. I love life in all its hellish glory, I love it- learning and hating and loving and every emotion too complex to explain- I fucking love it. The thought that just as easily as I came into consciousness I could lose it. And then I won’t be ‘I’, ‘I’ won’t *be*. I truly believe if more people understood this, they would too be scared. If they got that it would go poof.
I want faith, trust me, I wish it all the time. But faith doesn’t originate in want, or desperation- it comes to an open heart which I wont give so as to save myself from falling on a spike, piercing my heart and clothes. I won’t fucking do it.
So merry Christmas, a happy hogmanay, and a very very sad additional year to your age- one step closer to the void that at some point stops your consciousness if nothing else.
-s.N
(I am sorry for being so depressive- it’s Christmas and I dislike this time of year)