Once again, I'm here with a tired body and tired eyes, unable to sleep. A familiar feeling overwhelms me, a haunting paradox. Wanting to be awake and live, yet gripped by the fear of not living.
My heart aches with an emptiness as I face the thought of one day leaving this world. My entire existence, all my happiness, joy, and memories—will cease to be. The idea of not existing, of becoming nothing makes my head spin. It leaves me wishing my life would never end.
But there is another side to me, one that desires death. Wanting to evade compiled nostalgia.
My curse… my prominent fear is what I long for.



















