Anyways, my day was nice. Met with my mom, and we had food, chilled. She bought like 5 different medicines to deal with my cold. Accidentally took wayyyyyy too much Dayquil. May have severe liver damage tonight. Watch the obituaries for me, boys.
I thought about death the other day, and that when I die, I'll be gone, everything I thought about, all my ideas and dreams, they'll be gone too. i will cease to exist.
It keeps me awake at night.
Oh, and my day was uneventful. Went to school, admired my science teacher for a good solid hour, came home, did some fanfiction writing, now I'm just chilling.
Sorry if I'm responsible for that in any way. I've been unavoidably thinking about it quite a lot lately and mentioned it here at some point. The way I try to get myself to stop worrying is by telling myself that there's no point in having a mid-life crisis at age 17 and I don't have to think about this stuff until I'm much older.