It may be just me, but I wear the same pants for weeks in a row. I switch shirts three times a week though.

I'm not afraid to die either, because I wonder what's next. I'm afraid of the way I might die though. I'm content with dieing, not with someone slowly ripping my intestants out.

Yeah, I have the exact same thing with a girl. I want to tell her, but I'm afraid she doesn't want more than what we have now. And after that, she will never look at me the same way..