Sometimes at night, as I lay in bed, I think about death. I’m young, but what will happen when I die? I normal get this strange feeling during thoughts like this–a feeling that is warm and the feeling courses through my veins. My chest is just full of an unknown, purposeless, empty warmth. I want to live forever. Is it bad that I think this? I just don’t want to think about what will happen after I die. Was my stay on Earth just purposeless? Why did I have to experience life? When I die, I won’t remember anything will I? I’ll be sleeping and never know that I was gone. And when I’m gone, everything will be black, and time will go on without me.
I wish these thoughts and weird feelings will escape my mind.
Sorry for the random confession, I just needed it out of my system^^