What happened to me?
I used to be so cheerful, I’d always say that I’d rather live 30 good years than 100 miserable years. But one day, it all flipped overnight, death is all I think about and I’d rather be miserable and immortal than to be doomed to the fate that ends me. I suddenly became cowardly, I can’t stand anymore... every hour that thought comes back in, That one day the earth will be destroyed and everything humanity has done is gone. So what’s the point in progressing, what’s the point in saving, what’s the point in anything