I’m scared of dying but I’m scared of living too. I’m scared of waking up each morning feeling the same as I did the morning before. I’m scared of three meals a day, of going through the same old routine, week after week, year after year, never really getting anywhere, never being properly happy or satisfied. I’m scared that I’ll live my whole life without ever really living at all.
broken thoughts | 12am
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