Sometimes I worry that the family in this house will find out I'm living here. The youngest child saw me last night and I'm scared of how I will have to deal with him.
Sometimes, I think about the universe and the fact that it never ends/is constantly expanding, and I try to comprehend where it's expanding to if the universe is already everything that exists. And then I think about how I am flying through an abyss on a tiny rock we call Earth.
Sometimes I think of ever suffering from schizophrenia or any of those mental illness that you can get out of nowhere.
I also think of going to the streets and I get scared. I know that the country is not safe at this moment but I shouldn't be THAT afraid of going out, but I don't know, I just can't help it. I go to the univ and then I get home and that's it.
I also think of growing old. I will probably make it past 70 years or something (hopefully, God), but I wish I could live even more than that. Life, even with all the bad things, is still beautiful. I hate to think of being dead, not only for the way I could die, but because life is so beautiful and there is a lot more that will be discovered/invented after our lifetime.
