I remember the exact moment I stopped believing in God, almost eleven years ago. I have had zero belief in an afterlife since, and very much didn't want one. I wanted life to end, and end properly. Anything but oblivion would be hell.

But I feel like I've slowly gone from wanting to kill myself, to wanting to die, to not caring if I was dead, to not giving a shit.

Death of the Endless is my favorite fictional character. She's so sweet. She really feels like she was written out of suicidal ideation. I've gotten to the point where I wouldn't mind whatever afterlife she would take me to of she were real.