Is it odd to feel like you’re finished with life? But not in a depressive suicidal way, like in a way where you feel all done. Like when you’re at school and finished your homework early. I’ve seen everything I want to see, felt everything I wanted to. I have no goals for the future and don’t really want one. My life’s gotten better but isn’t quite good, and I’d like to be done with it. If I died right now I’d be fine with it. I kinda look forward to death, I often wonder how it feels to die. Or what might be after it, but my hypothesis is that there’s nothing after death and our “soul”, for lack of a better word, dies alongside us. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep getting to me?
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