I've never been in the hospital before. Not that I remember. I mean I know I've gotten broken bones and stitches and stuff, but it never seems as dramatic as everyone else's story. So it doesn't really count. Even when I have gone in, I've always known that I'll be safe. That was never a question. If it was, I don't know what I would even do. Or who I would think about. Or what I guess. This last week I've just been thinking about that a lot as one by one my friends get admitted to the hospital. What if I'm next? And I'm not ready? What if I haven't done all my homework or said I love you to everyone? Then what happens, I just regret it the whole time?
I'm afraid of not being here anymore. I'm afraid of dying.
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