"If I die before you I hope they bury you alive with me."

I don't care how bad I need to sleep, it'll never be dark enough. There's a light on upstairs and it's shining through my window. Turn the fucking thing off. None of this will make sense when I wake up. If I wake up. I'm always scared I won't. It wouldn't matter to me, but you might miss me. Think about it. We live by fear, it's what keeps our hearts pumping this poison. Think about that too. We're all scared to die. But there's no reason to be. You just stop living, you don't know anything about it, it'll mean nothing to you. You're just another toe-tag and bag of organs. I'm thinking too hard about this, I get weird looks when I talk sometimes. "You're overanalyzing everything, it's much simpler than you make it." Maybe it is, but I'm not taking that chance. This pen is going to the grave with me. It's the only thing I can put my full faith into. Unless it runs out of ink. I'm writing my life away and could care less. Or more maybe. That light's still on and shining brighter than ever. Maybe if you'd go to sleep I could too. But maybe you're scared just like I am. Scared of going to sleep and never waking up. It's bound to happen one day. Sooner rather than later. It's a legit fear. Everyone has it. "I built a time machine today. It's this box that you sit in. It takes you to the future at a normal speed. You ain't goin' back though."