Sometimes I just sit and think about how terrifying this world really is. Every time I scroll the news it’s another disaster, another shooting, another war — another reminder that nothing is actually safe. We pretend we’re fine, go to work, smile at people, but underneath it feels like we’re all just waiting for the next bad thing to hit. It’s scary knowing how fragile everything is, how one random second could flip your whole life upside down. I hate how normal it feels to live with that kind of dread, like being constantly on edge is just part of existing now.