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Hmm, fears. I have a number!
Number One Fear (post heavy eye injury over the summer): Losing any one of my senses. Lying in hospital with one eye broken made me realise how precious being able to see was, and how life was a beautiful thing to watch. Luckily, my eye healed enough so I can see pretty well from it again. As well at distance, a bit rubbish up close. Also my pupils are two different sizes. The jury is out on whether that is actually a cool thing or not.
The dark! I fear the dark, but in a strange way. If I'm outside then it is fine, if I'm within a room, I feel choked and surrounded by it. I tend to sleep with a light on if I'm in new surroundings.
Jellyfish. Arrgh.
Growing old and regretting my youth, having achieved nothing. Rather a personal one that. Also added here; Being lonely forever more. These are probably better left unexplained past that, lest I get rather introspective.
Needles! I fear all sorts of injections and scary sharp pointy things. Eek!
Being unable to change myself and my ways. I'm scared I'm too lazy to do anything.
Death sometimes has me more scared than anything, but I've stopped wondering how I'll die, where, when etc. It's just too dark a subject to consider I guess.
I also fear shame and giving too much of myself away to strangers or people who may throw it back at me. Oui.
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