The reason why I’m deathly afraid of death (what an excellent choice of words) is because I don’t know what happens to my thoughts. When I’m asleep, I dream and it seems to me that we all still think while we sleep and every single second of the day, my brain has something to say whether intended or not, solicited or otherwise. And I was thinking, this is what scares me about death. What happens to my thoughts when I die?

Right now however, the thought that maybe you can give your thoughts a rest isn’t so bad. Not that I wanna die (obviously, I just said I was afraid of dying) but really, shutting my brain would be really useful right now. 

That’s why I need more people in my life, that constant person to tell every single stupid thought that my brain spews out no matter how stupid. When I’m left alone my head goes on adventures and I wish I could just share my brain’s escapades with someone. Because it feels like for a moment, my head isn’t so crowded after all. 

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In other more exciting news my physics test is tomorrow. I’m anxious if I could be able to redeem myself from last sem’s fiasco. Oh no.