Why the fuck are people afraid of dying? Or the people around them dying? Like, fuckers, I've BEEN DEAD or at least as close to it, without it sticking. It was actually really nice. Hell, I'm probably going to off myself again as soon as I can just to get back to it, but everyone keeps saying, "Oh, you can't do that; you have so much to live for!" No, I don't. Humanity is going to shit, the planet is burning and frankly, I CAN'T FUCKING AFFORD TO LIVE. If life is so damn important, it wouldn't be such a damn struggle every. FUCKING. DAY. I get it, life without struggle is meaningless, but fuck me sideways. Everyday? Having to decide between food or electricity? Or rent and heat? Nah. Things were easier when I was dead, and I miss that shit. I choose non-existence. I choose oblivion over this shit. btw take it from someone who died: there is no afterlife, no heaven, no hell, no purgatory. Time just stops. You cease to be a conscious thing in this universe, and it is fucking amazing.