No, I don't believe that at all. I think you are deadly serious, and you don't love anyone or anything at all beyond yourself. The existentialist term for this is "alienation."
I am sorry you feel that way. I used to not fear my death at all, but now I do because of the hurt it would cause those who love me. Ironic isn't it?
Do you have the capacity to understand what I am trying to say?
Well said. I doubt the person you addressed this to, understands the depth of it, unfortunately.
When we are young, we rarely fear our own death. It's a question that never comes up.
Later in life, sooner or later, the question becomes urgent. We seek to understand it, often in terms relating to the loss experienced by our loved ones. But this is not to face the question of death squarely — rather it is to deflect the question to others' experience, so that we do not have to engage the problem directly, to ask: What happens to me when I die? Which is the same sort of question as, Where was I before I was born?
Plato was fond of saying that all of philosophy is but preparation for death. Sounds pretty screwy by modern standards, I'm sure. Still, there's much going on there, beneath the surface level of the statement. Or so it seems to me.
Do I have the capacity to understand what you are trying to say? You tell me, LG.