I have this intense fear of death. Honestly I am afraid of death more than anything, I can't handle it. I've only experienced the death of my grandma and even that still weighs on me, not quite knowing what happens afterwards. Perhaps it's becasue of my lack of religous conviction that leads me to wonder what truly happens after we die. It is just as likely that instead of going on or reincarnating, we just die, that all we truly are is composition of atoms and electrons and water and shit like that. But even so, the entire idea of death makes me uncomfortable. For example I was watching an episode of Angel the other day and there was a death of someone, I don't recall who, some incidental character, and I just wondered, how on earth do people deal with that kind of pain. Aside from the "they're in a better place" bullshit, how do you deal with knowing they aren't here, where they are supposed to be. Do we truly meet up with our loved ones, or do we never see them again after they die? Knowing that there will be a final moment with my friends and family is too much to handle.
I have become one of those people I have always pitied. The people in school who you just looka t and go, "do they realize that they are so outside it all" the people who never date anyone, and don't seem to show any interest at all in the world. I have come to realize that no matter what my future is going to be so different from what I always hoped it would be. I am learning that the world is much different that I imagined at first. The things I do, I regret seconds after doing it, and I don't mean just fucking around, I mean a lot of what I experience I regret, just in general. What is it that I'm supposed to do to change who I am? The insecurities had in highschool still plague me to this day, and it kills me inside that the hopes I used to have are slowly fading away. My life is changing, I'm changing, but the person I'm becoming and the world i'm creating for myself is not what I am supposed to be. I am losing the will to do anything, the inspiration to write has left me and even the inspiration to jsut get up and live my life. I disguise it as laziness, but in reality I am not able to handle what is happening around me, the changes that are happening.