Wait ... I'll get over this...
Sorry, I'm afraid of text boxes.
Fear itself :)
Being trapped in a small space, like being buried alive.
That death is the end. That would suck.
How would you be able to tell?
You know, you wouldn't. But still.
being alone and unloved by the one.
right now, there's a spider in the corner and it's crawling towards me. I don't want to kill it, but I think I have to.
Never being loved the way i want to be loved