Saying I am sad, is not enough. Saying I am haunted, perturbed about what my life is, could be, or will be is an understatement.
I am becoming more and more paranoid about my death and the death of people around me. I have that same paranoia about accidents, mostly road accident. My anxiety is heightened every time I hear stories of death, and witnessing vehicular mishap.
I am getting fixated about why I cry my sleep at some nights, justifying it to myself as a byproduct of stress.
I am even afraid to cross the street, then wonder if everyone feels the same way as I do.
Where am I tomorrow? Where am I hours, minutes, or even seconds by now?
Did I live my life right?