if i'm being honest with myself, i am always scared
i am scared that someday i will trip in the school hallway with everyone around, and i am scared that my family will stop being able to take care of ourselves. i am scared that a third world war will erupt and it will start two streets down the road from me and end in my front yard
i am scared that one day i'll convince myself that nobody really loves me, and, even worse, that nobody will be around to tell me otherwise. and i am scared that i'll drown at camp this summer and i'm scared that if i don't, i will want to
i'm scared of needles and feet and airplanes and on especially bad nights, i am afraid of the dark.
mostly i'm afraid that i will never stop living my life on the brink of a panic attack, that i will always back down from a fight, that i will never learn to speak for myself, and i am scared that i will never become anything more than this
and supremely anxious. this is venting more than anything