I'm afraid:
- That all of my grown up teeth will fall out at the same time and I won't be able to replace them with anything because my gums will be rotten.
- That I will die and realize that everything I believed was a lie and I'm just awake in total blackness... Then I slowly realize this is hell. Nothing. Forever. Alone and awake.
- That I will wake up and remember I don't have a family, that my wife and daughter was a lie I told myself to keep from being alone.
- That I'm secretly mentally disabled, but all of my friends and family play along to make me feel better.
- That I'm suddenly so fat I can't walk or fit through doors and I just have to lay in my bed and slowly die.
- That my daughter will lie and tell people I touched her and everyone will believe her and take her away from me and my wife will leave too.
- That I will die without ever having written something really good.
- That I will be swallowed up by the ground like the dream I had when I was a little kid.
The end, for now.
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