i’m so tired, but too scared to sleep. i think “what if i don’t wake up?” it’s gotten to the point to where i would be okay with that, but also not at the same time. life is this confusing mess of tangled wires that are so hard to undo. life is like when you have your headphones in your pocket for too long and they end up being a ball of rubber string that emits sound. i don’t even know what to do anymore. i can’t remember the last time i truly felt secure with life. well, when i was much younger and didn’t have so much weight, such as school, to carry, but here i am at 16 years old, debating wether or not i’m ready to not wake up.