/lit/ - Literature

what pisses me off about it and makes me scared as shit is the unknown
which in itself is dumb because I technically "know" there's nothing there, there is no unknown, it all just stops, but I can't....picture it
I start picturing it, and I imagine everything around me disappearing, all the stuff, the bed I'm in, the carpet, then the door, the walls, the ceiling, then the people, and I start to really freak out, my neighbors that i hate, my friends, my parents, and then me, and not just me as in people won't see me, but everything, my memories, these very thoughts, this voice I'm thinking with and it's usually at this point that I get this jolt through my entire body like a spasm and I sometimes let out a short terrified no that I yell into my pillow and then it's over
til next time I try to imagine death
fuck you visual thinking