I know they're right.
I know that I should get things checked out with me, make sure things are in the right place, make sure I'm not going to fall into death early.
But I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that it is something I need to worry about. The headaches keep coming and sometimes it's all I can do to get out of bed. I know it's probably stress, but what if it's something else?
This paranoia is really getting to me. My life is really getting to me. There's so much going on and I can't stop thinking about how nothing is stable and nothing feels real.
I'm sure I'll look back on this post and laugh. I'm sure things will stop being so heavy soon.















