Did you ever make up a little guy/person/thing that ran alongside the car when you were little? Like having it run or jump from certain things? Well I'm sitting here at 3:40 thinking about him and getting freaked out and paranoid about him so let me tell you about him. He wasn't detailed, he was just a little stick guy and he would smile at me and do parkour as if he was the happiest guy in the world. Then he would start to slow down as if becoming depressed and at the end when he just stopped he would die. He would get hit by a car. He would just be gone. Is there like some type of metaphor or deeper meaning to this. Like why does he get hit? Why is he sad? Is this some type of metaphor for my life? Am I going to die that way? Am I going to become even more depressed slowly and then kill myself or get killed? I need to know I don't feel as happy as I used to and I'm scared that I'm going to die that way. Just imagine it. Dying and your last thought being 'Ow.'. Your last thought being pain and agony. Being trapped and helpless not being able to stop death. I gotta go now. I feel like I'm being watched and am getting shivers.
