I’m anxious about death. What a load of bullshit. You’re fucked into existence without consent and when you finally find something in this hellhole to be even the slightest happy about you realize you can’t enjoy it in peace because your body will wither and die? Bull. Shit. Anyway, I’m told it’s ridiculous to anxious about the end of life, so.
I’m anxious about death. What a load of bullshit. You’re fucked into existence without consent and when you finally find something in this hellhole to be even the slightest happy about you realize you can’t enjoy it in peace because your body will wither and die? Bull. Shit. Anyway, I’m told it’s ridiculous to anxious about the end of life, so.
Same! Oh good I get to not even enjoy it because the thought makes me so angry. How fucking dare entropy exist!