I think my biggest fear is remaining but not being able to hold onto my memories. What is the point of existing if you cannot remember what you loved, hated, what made you laugh, cry, envious, disgusted.

I do not fear nonexistence in death, I welcome it far more than what I truly fear; existence in nothingness, for that is what hell actually is.

Reincarnation is even worse though. Fuck that, kill my soul before you put me in another body.