There is a movie called Hell House LLC where a group of people make a haunted Halloween house in an actual haunted hotel. The creepy ghost that abducts the camera guy one night is freaky. I image her being in the corner of my apartment waiting for me to wake up at 3am.
Mainly death itself.
Knowing that time is moving faster each year. Seems like I blink in the morning and suddenly it's time for bed. How the best years of my life were spent in the late 90's and those years will never come back. I'm approaching my mid thirties and not far off from being considered middle-aged. Wondering if death is an illusion or if one day I just won't wake up. Will my death be painful or will it be more like a peaceful slumber?
It bothers me an awful lot. So I just whisper "I love you" to my boyfriend regardless of whether he's asleep.
Oh, and also I don't need fears to keep me up at night, my insomnia does that for me kekw
