I am scared. I am scared of the fragility of life. taylor...i'm so scared. i'm convinced that every person i love will now be taken away from me at any moment. And i realize how easily it can be done. i haven't spoken to my father since around 6 this afternoon, and he hasn't been home since, i don't think, and i haven't spoken to him since. and i'm scared. would i normally be scared? i don't know, but i feel aso though i'm preparing for the worst. i know i'm being paranoid, but how easily we die. i mean i'm sure he's just at a movie or something so he's not answering his phone, but i'm imagining hospitals, where his phone is with his other belongings in some drawer... i'm more scared of others dying, than the idea of me dying. because i am selfish, i am selfish that people will be taken away from me. and i don't want that. if i must die to keep another alive, i would do it. how crazy is this adventure we call life? taylor will always be 17.