Obsession with death.

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So ever since I've been quite young I've had an obsession with death. I've just always felt like I'm not going to live very long. It made more sense when I was depressed and unstable and suicidal, but I've gotten that all under control and it still lingers.
Let me make it very clear that I am NOT suicidal. I have no reason to be. I love my life and I think that suicide is selfish and have witnessed first hand how it wreaks havoc upon a community and I do not wish to inflict it on any person that I know or love and this is why I find my obsession with death somewhat terrifying. I'm not scared of death itself, I'm just scared of how much I think about it.
I don't think about other people dying, just myself.
Can anyone help me shed some light on this?

I dont know how much help i can be, been thinking about for years and years aswell. Eventually i just stopped caring; somehow knowing it happens to everyone comforted me xD

You're winding yourself up unnecessarily, you need to hang around your friends. One of the biggest problems I had when I was younger was diving too deep into my own ego without any friends around to check my inner BS.

Your obsession with death doesn't mean anything, you have to understand your body constantly is lying to you. Our feelings are more 'suggestions' then hard realities. It takes wisdom and intelligence too see this though. There is no need to fear that thinking about it is somehow 'odd'. Just notice that those kinds of thoughts are just random stuff your brain is coughing up.

Lots of people have thoughts that are upsetting everyday, like straight men seeing images of naked men, etc. The mind just generates lots of stuff at random, you just need to ignore it and stop identifying with stray and/or uncontrolled thoughts.

When I was about 19 and 20, I continually thought of my own death. I was afraid of how I would die and I was sure that I wouldn't live more than four or five years, but even just thinking of a future beyond that was terrifying, so I was really just as afraid of living as I was of dying.

I do not agree with the "hang out with friends more" advice, as this is an autism community site and if you are like most autistics, you have no friends no hang with. I know I didn't. I had one sister I was close to and that was about it.

The best I can say is that you should just get OUT. Even if it is alone, to keep yourself busy. Go to a library, eat out or go to a movie (again, even if alone) attend some events (musicians, poetry readings, etc). These things worked for me, but I had to force myself to do them, and then eventually the obsession with your death will pass as your life begins to change.

Oh, and by the way, obsession with death is often a precursor to panic disorder, so it would also be wise to get into therapy, which might nip the possible future PD in the bud.

I developed my rather intense interest with death into a rather intense interest with life.
Treat one as a necessary part of the other.
As I am alive, death is my constant companion.
It is my partner in a dance in the middle of the night, at joke sparring and a hand that provides a cold comfort when everything seems to fail.
No love between us, but utmost respect.
I only wonder how long will I be able to play this game.