Ending.

The one thing I am terrified of.

Anything could just.... end... at any moment in time.

Your life, other lives...

The world...

Things like this make me think:

What if I haven't been greatful enough? What if I've been doing things I shouldn't?

...what if I hurt somebody, without noticing... what if I never get to say sorry?

These things... I just... I'm not sure how to feel. I don't like to think about these things.

What is life? What are feelings? We're be brought here for a purpose? What am I supposed to do on earth!? Is there something else out there? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO HERE!?

I think about these things a lot.

Heh, come to think of it...

I trust you guys more than anybody I know in real life...

Now that's fucking... wow.

There are some secrets that you guys know... that my own mother doesn't.

Some secrets I'll never get to tell her...

Maybe anyone...