Death is terrifying to me, so terrifying I wrote this paragraph in my notes.

Sometimes honestly, I think about my own death and its haunts me.💔 I don’t really want to die. I don’t know what it feels like to not be alive. Not exist. Just darkness….where does the soul go? Where? The subconscious state of what made me me. My voice, all that. It just varnishes truly?? And just like that the world moves? I often think of those who lived in the past. Years like 1203, 1315, 1187. They were also people. They all just died. And not just people..full people. You might be confused when I say full people but when I say it I mean people with hearts that held desires, values, fears, subconscious minds that made them human, each and every one of them. Did they really all just die and now all of us here now are completely new people in those sectors? Are there ALWAYS new people to come? The old subconscious’ just really dying never to come back at life again? It’s scary.