theaceface

Post-emo realization: I'm alone.

Not necessarily lonely, but alone. In a city with millions of people.

What if I choke on something or slip in the bath and die a slow, painful death in my apartment? It'll be days before anyone finds me, let alone looks into why I'm not responding to texts or pokes.

I don't know anyone in this apartment building. I have no relatives for 2,000 miles. No girlfriend. Nobody I'd really call my best friend. Who would care?

Possibly more importantly - what is causing me to be concerned about my mortality like this?

I sound like a teenager but it is of some concern.