I’m so fucking scared of dying, Cora. I’m the kind of person who runs and lets other people die for her, and it doesn’t matter how much they mean to me. It’s not even like my life is worth all that much. I’m alone, I have no family, no friends, so it’s not like I’d be losing that much if I died. But the idea of never waking up again scares me so fucking much. I don’t even like going to sleep because I hate not being fully there in my dreams—I’m afraid I’ll never resurface.
