- Aug 5, 2018
I meant multiple of them, but there's several that fuck things up or ruin my relationships by threatening them or just being their usual sociopathic selves and the fact there's nothing anyone can do about it just makes it too exhausting trying to fix shit that isn't your fault all the time.Who is your alter?
I'm sorry, that must be utterly draining and exhausting xxxI meant multiple of them, but there's several that fuck things up or ruin my relationships by threatening them or just being their usual sociopathic selves and the fact there's nothing anyone can do about it just makes it too exhausting trying to fix shit that isn't your fault all the time.
Fuuuuuuuuuck that would be the worst. I think about it a lot too. Like what if when we die everything is just 10 times worse. Or what if the classic hell is real. It just makes me incredibly anxious and to then look at life and imagine continuing on it's just a hell of a mess inside my head and it ironically makes me want to kill myself more. But then the cycle repeats til I get tired and just say fuck it. But it starts again in no time. It would be absolutely perfect if it were clear that death meant at the very worst the cessation of your entire existence. But there are too many unanswered and unanswerable questions to determine such a thing. The only way to know is to jump into the darkness. And if nonexistence is what awaits us then we'll never really "know" anyway.Exactly. Either we won't exist so it won't matter, and if our consciousness continues to exist then we have no freaking clue what we're in for.
Eternal bliss? Eternal damnation? Some weird version of our world but slightly worse? The pain of our death permanently following us into the afterlife? No sort of pain ever again?
Nobody knows. There is no guarantee that death will be peaceful and full of bliss or an empty void of nothingness. We can only hope it will be better than this, but I often fear it may be worse.
Sometimes I think about dreams, where it's purely material made up by our subconscious. Yet we still feel pain, our minds think we are still bound by our physical bodies. Incredibly fucked up shit can happen in dreams, that's really really scary. The only escape is waking up.
What if death is like being stuck in an eternal nightmare where you can't wake up?