second-hand, actually.
and i can,t stop thinking that i,m going to die soon in a terrible accident.
and now that the possibility of dying is so real - oh, blessed literary suicides -
that it scares the hell out of me.
i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared
i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared. i,m scared