Monday, September 8, 2008

I'm severely afraid of death, both my own and other people's. Every little weird thing my body does is clearly a symptom of a deadly, incurable disease and sends me running to the doctor. I think about how every single thing I do affects my health, and I do the same with everyone else. When I see someone I care about doing something unhealthy, I immediately start thinking of the years they are taking off their lives. I used to cry every time my boyfriend lit up a cigarette, until he finally quit!But more than I am afraid of death, I'm afraid that I'm so afraid of death, that I've forgotten how to live.

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