I love the night yet hate it, hate the morning yet love it.

Do I make sense?
I hate the morning because it's too bright and I don't want to get out of bed. Bu the morning is when yore together with all your friends and family and you get a feeling of being secure.
I love the night because it's so peaceful and quiet. But I hate it too because the night is usually the time I think too much. And the things I usually think about is death. And cancer too. The reason being is because of possibly three things. One; my rib cage. Two; hidden... moles...stuff And three; the hard lump behind my ear. At the moment I'm more worried about the lump because from what I've read... Lumps=cancer. And when you know this, you're never going to feel safe. I don't know how long it's been there. Which is another reason why I hate growing up. The older you get, the more you are aware of the things that aren't right with your body. My rib cage I've not noticed until grade eight or nine and apparently I've had that since I was little. My parents aren't too clear either. So what about my lump? Has it always been there too? Well at the moment it doesn't hurt. I don't know.
I get scared.
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