Every single day since I was 5 years old I can't help think, at least once a day, about the moment when I will stop existing. It is not that I want to, do not take me wrong, I love being alive, but the void, the not being ever again in the eterity, for ever, makes me want to breath and not want to leave this existence, and I can't find a worst fear than facing the moment to stop existing.
I’m ready to not exist forever
That’s because your life is empty, and you too.