3:20AM

Dying.

It scares me when I see people who have gone past the stage where they're not afraid of dying. Because dying is tragic. And a person only accepts it as nothing fearful, after they have endured the amount of pain their fragile heart is not capable of. I see smiling faces everywhere, but very few genuine smiles. At 17, I did not expect to be this sad. It terrifies me that I'm one of those people who do not fear death. Because at this age, I fantasized about going on road trips and partying after midnight, and instead I sit under a moonlit sky and imagine what it feels like to disappear into space or whether it would hurt more than the amount of mental pain I have suffered. And what's more terrifying is I don't for how long I will skip sleep for laying under the sky and compare myself with dying stars.