My head hit the pillow at 10:30pm last night, yet I couldn’t fall asleep. I didn’t fall asleep until 11:30ish. For some reason my mind kept thinking about death, the initial fact that I’m going to die at some point, things like that. I’m a Christian, so I’m not worried about not knowing where I’ll go when I die, because I do know. I just couldn’t help thinking about the physical occurrence of death. Closing my eyes and not waking up. My heart stopping. I’m 20, so I don’t even know why I have these bad thoughts about death. But any breath could be my last. I felt super confused that night. I don’t really know how I should feel. That night I wanted to cry.