I also get paranoid and anxious about the fragility of life and how easily a life can be taken by random chance.
If I tell someone about my problems (which number far more than listed above), I don't want to hear about their problems or how they know how I feel, because (READER ADVISORY: TEENAGE ANGST IMMINENT) they don't. They don't see the world how I see it, they see it with their own perceptions.
Don't tell me how you know how I feel.
Don't tell me it's "normal" because "normal" is a construct of modern society, which is as fluid and mercurial as the pattern (or lack thereof) of gas molecule movement.
Just tell me things will be alright.
I just want to know things will be alright.
I can't stand losing anyone I love.