the universe will end, and everything we did will be destroyed and nothing is worth anything anymore. then, this whole existence thingy goes *poof* and everything ends and it will never be started again and there is no point of the universe and no point of living or dying or-
suddenly, i want to be a bird. innocent about the truths of the universe, i will never have this painful knowledge, but i will be able to fly and have all the freedom i want.
-and then during the dark ages everything will be so lonely and then either it will 'rip' or 'crunch' or still expanding, and then every world will have to be sufficient to any type of disaster, if we even get that far in technology. and then we will have a lonely time, until something else happens and then we all disappear anyways.
anyone got anti-suicide tips? jk