I'm here because my only other option is to be in bed.
If I'm in bed, I won't be asleep.
Here is the best of the two.
The internet; big. And full of people who want to sell you stuff.
So big that writing small posts is like throwing the little fortune cookie papers into a bottomless pit.
Chances are no one will stumble upon it before the paper has yellowed and shriveled.
But it still technically counts as a reaching out.
The thought that I could die any second scares me.
More, it upsets me.
But mostly.
I'm afraid.
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