Can't stop thinking I'm dying of...something. Anything. All the time. Petrified as usual, but I'm also too scared to go to the doctors and the whole shebang anyway. So here I am, stewing in my own juices of despair. Agonising over all the what-ifs while doing absolutely nothing about it. 

Don't you just love it?

Ironically I feel like even if I DID manage to get myself to talk to a doctor, get an MRI and blood work and all that dramatic stuff, I still wouldn't believe them. I feel so trapped.