Yeah, some paranoia. Usually involves thoughts on death but nothing making me lose any sleep really. Honestly, me and death have sort of a love/hate relationship. Sometimes I think it's the most unfair, scariest thing to ever exist; yet other times, it's like I consider it a blessing and can't wait to meet it.
More mild forms of paranoia involve my worries of how long I will be friendless, girlfriendless, and poor. Though instead of paranoia, it has become more of a frustration in my adult years. I just can't seem to solve any problems in life, for ****'s sake.
When things are going well, negative thoughts don't come into my mind though.