
omegatard
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there is nothing after death, why would there be?
nothing to keep doing, nothing to live, nothing to enjoy, nothing to hate, nothing to laugh at. nothing.
sometimes, i sit and cry in my room, i ask myself why it had to be this way, why i had to be born.
our lives are worthless, we will be forgotten eventually; what’s the point of living, if it’s all gonna end?
just thinking about it makes me go crazy, like hair ripping type of crazy.
sometimes, i feel like i should kill myself, just to discover what’s after death. the curiosity is killing me from the inside.
but then i think again, why would i do that if i’d just cease to exist? isnt that stupid? and then another thought comes up, “but it’d end all the sufference”, yeah but it’d end everything else.
nothing to keep doing, nothing to live, nothing to enjoy, nothing to hate, nothing to laugh at. nothing.
sometimes, i sit and cry in my room, i ask myself why it had to be this way, why i had to be born.
our lives are worthless, we will be forgotten eventually; what’s the point of living, if it’s all gonna end?
just thinking about it makes me go crazy, like hair ripping type of crazy.
sometimes, i feel like i should kill myself, just to discover what’s after death. the curiosity is killing me from the inside.
but then i think again, why would i do that if i’d just cease to exist? isnt that stupid? and then another thought comes up, “but it’d end all the sufference”, yeah but it’d end everything else.