i can be totally honest now: in my mental standards, nobody can be more paranoid of death than me
I’m glad I’m not alone, sometimes I think of this and fall into a severe mental breakdown. Like sobbing and screaming to my family about it And I’m still scared. All the time
Simp
i'm so glad to hear this too!! it's been the exact same things with my family, now i got used enough to this feeling that i don't cry anymore