Mostly everyday of my life here on earth, I get multiple thoughts throughout the day of me dying. I feel like I wouldn’t be missed nor would anyone really care. Of course, people would notice my presence gone but after an amount of time, they will forget I ever existed. I’m not sad, I just feel empty but it doesn’t bother me anymore. I reckon I’ve developed a nihilistic attitude towards the movements of life and I see my life more as a movie. In the end, none of these things, good or bad would ever matter.