It’s like the past week I’m seeing life in a completely different way. I was always the type of person that was like “death is whatever it’s part of life, and if we didn’t die then nothing would matter” that type of shit but now every second of every day I’m either crying or trying not to try. If there really is nothing after death, that is excruciatingly sad. I want to be alive forever with my babies and I’m even wondering if I made a mistake bringing them into this world just to have to tell them one day they’re going to die and there might be absolutely nothing after death. I cannot even function I seriously can’t even play with my children without wanting to break down crying, this world is so fucking cruel.