I'm afraid of me, and honestly - afraid of living. The ever-lingering feeling of total inability to escape from being alive. Though, I feel no want for ending it, it's just a sad shame for it all to continue. The feeling is tremendously bitter, the soul is ripped apart every night.
My mind, it seeks solace, I want certain things. It's, hard to live in a confusing time, hard to grow for that matter. But, after all of it has been said and done, continuing is fun.
I'm scared of living - but it's fun.