WARNING: This could be really depressing for some people. I took a long time writing this. I hesitate even more to post it... I didn't know why I am actually posting that at all... anyways... here we go: We all going to die one day. Even if we all know that, we didn't all realize it. I did realize I was going to die one day... I am not sure exactly when I "realize" that, but that was at least a couple years ago. Since, that idea consumed me more and more. I am going to die one day. I am going to stop being me. Stop to think. Stop to dream. Stop to feel. This hunt me. This ruined all fun I can have and I am not able to motivated me to do anything. I tried to use that so I didn't waste my time when the time I had is limited... but that just make me feel more and more bad. I envy those who accept those facts. I envy those who believe there is something after this life. ... ... I am not dying... but I am scared like I would be. I probably should see a therapist or something.