copecel4
A genetic disaster
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The thought of me just vanishing is genuinely scary. How does that happen? I can't fathom me not existing; I only know how it is to exist. The person I am right now, all the thoughts I have, all my plans, my obsession over my looks, everything I've ever been, everything I'll ever be it's all nothing; it's not real. What is real even? The idea of there being nothing after death, just eternal darkness, inevitably makes life as a whole pointless to me. Why is existence even a thing?
@Slow
@Slow