Telling an important Cassandra Truth.
And dying of suffocation.
what do you mean I didn't win, I ate more wet t-shirts than anyone elseNever being able to achieve my dream of writing before I die. Painfully ironic in that writing just isn't as easy when it's Serious Business. But this is what whether I'm happy with my life or not hinges on.
edited 7th Dec '13 10:58:04 PM by PsychoFreaX
Help?.. please...Not knowing about something, yet it still being there. And by extension, death. You know how most little kids are scared of the dark? I was, but for a different reason. I didn't know what caused the dark, I didn't know what the dark was, and most of all, I didn't know what was lurking in the dark. But yet, it still existed, which is why I slept with a nightlight until I turned 6. I'm not afraid of the dark anymore, because I know all that stuff now. But death is a very big problem for me. No one knows what death really is or what happens after it. The problem is, know one will know until they experience it, which is why I'm so scared.
Your Honor...superficially? I've had nights filled with sleeplessness due to watching Marble Tribe Twelve/Everyman HYBRID because Slendy scares the crap out of me (I know he's not real, but I justify it as him being a really darn effective monster.
somewhat-realistically? That my morbid sense of humor and joking about depression to combat my ow are really a minor form of psychopathy. That or I'll just de-tune myseelf from the rest of the word and forget about compassion and empathy.
Realistically? People doing bad stuff to me. I tend to want to trust people and believe in good Samaritans, so having anyone-family, friends, strangers (the latter two definitely the scariest to me) do cruel and unusual things to me is terrifying.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]I have been afraid that when I turn around in the dark, there's going to be a Weeping Angel behind me. And I'm also afraid that my reflection will not do the same thing I'm doing.
I have weird fears when I am half asleep.
what do you mean I didn't win, I ate more wet t-shirts than anyone elseMy worst fear is failure.
Failure to finish school, failure to find a career for myself.
Because that would bring about the ruin of everything for me, I think.
"The three rules of the librarians of time and space: silence; books must be returned on time; no interfering with the nature of causality."

Rejection by everyone I know.