I am afraid of nothing.
Wait that was a lie; I'm afraid of lies. I'm afraid of being
lied too and I'm afraid of lying to the ones I love.
Love. I'm afraid of losing him and I'm afraid of not being
everything he deserves.
Losing. I'm afraid of working so hard for the things I care
about just to lose them in the end.
End. I'm afraid of the end. I don’t want to die, and maybe
that’s just because I've never experienced it.
Experience. I'm afraid that I wont reach my potential because
I chose a wrong choice and the opportunity for experience will be gone.
Choices. I'm afraid of choices because every choice you make determines
your future and I don’t want to make a mistake.
Mistakes. I'm afraid of my mistakes because I make them over
and over and my imperfections are more numerous than they should be.
Numbers. Maybe numbers scare me too. Why don’t they end?
They have to end.
I am afraid. I’m afraid of pretty much everything and
anything.
I am afraid. But I am also hopeful.
I'm hopeful that I wont be lied to and that if I love him
enough he will stay around. I'm hopeful that I can come out on top if I work
hard enough and that even though the end will come, it will be glorious. I'm
hopeful that I can become the best me with any experience that comes my way. I'm
hopeful that I will make the right choices and that mistakes, although
inevitable, can turn out for the best.
And numbers, please, I'm not afraid of
numbers.
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