So: consider this, you have been doing nothing for most of your life, having noone to talk nor interact with (properly). What do you do? That is right: you think. You have nothing else to do but think.

I have been thinking for most of my life: thoughts shredded, performed, and, usually, considered as ‘pointless.’ I have only recently started sharing my personal view, one person being a friend, and now everyone that finds my site. You might be saying, "But Stella, I don't care about your view!" And, OK, just go read something that isn't this.

Anyhow, I deeply believe that there is nothing after death.
You do whatever, all for nothing. There is no purpose to anything. Anything that you have done will be replicated in the future, or already has in the past.
You are nothing, as once the realm you currently are in "perishes," you will be dead, as with everything else.
This is the thing:

You will die, you will not cause anything to change, and you will be part of nothing. Pure nothingness for eternity; everything everywhere all at once, yet not present. What will you feel? What will you see? Nothing. Yet, people worry. Understand: there will be bliss. There will be nothing but yourself, and you will become mindless; you will be free of the curse of thought, of consciousness, and everything alike. Is it not great?

You might be asking why I feel so egocentrical on this post: and it is my nature. I have grown myself, and I don't see need to get attached to something that can perish. If I were to die, who would care?

It's hard for me to explain these feelings: it is hard for me to explain my view, in general. There is definitely a better way to explain myself, but that will come in the future. For now, have this garbled document that you can read. Hopefully you'll find this well.