Fear

I'm always scared. I'm scared of loss, failing, and even of the dark. Thank god my room is right by a street lamp that, although it may be small and slight, shines through the blinds to partially light my room. I'm scared of driving fast even when the weather is good. I'm tired of being scared all the time. When things seem to be going well, isn't that a pretense for horror to strike? In the movies, in tv shows, but most shockingly in real life—this is the reality. 

It has recently come to my attention that I am most positively a feeble young woman who is—at most times—unable to defend herself. Maybe I just need to not try so hard. Like trees against winter. Deep down they're still alive, they just hibernate for a while...