Some days I get so scared about dying that I legitimately have trouble getting out of bed.

I don’t even have anxiety issues.

Just, fuck, what if I slip on frost or step out to soon onto the road or some asshole pushes me into the sea and I sink and drown? What if I fall and break my neck, or slip and my keys stab me in the throat? What if I get mugged and someone bashes me in the head with a hammer like they did to my cousin and I’m not as lucky as her and I die? What if I have a heart attack because I eat too much cheese or a blood clot in my lung or my brain? I have a varicose vein in my leg, that could totally actually happen. What if I get too annoying and someone punches me in the face and my nose cartiledge gets shoved up into my brain? What if I finally eat that cabbage head in my fridge and it turns out it’s gone bad and it poisons me and I die?

Death by cabbage would not be a good way to go.

Maybe I should just throw it out.