Dying

I didn't ask to be born and I didn't ask to die either. I do not want to die. I think about dying and I get fucking terrified out of my mind. I don't know when it's going to happen. I don't know how it's going to happen. I don't know how it's going to happen until I'm already almost dead. And after I die? Nothing. No samsara, no Heaven, no Hell, no purgatory, no Good Place. I used to attend…