Sunday, 4 November 2012

Athazagoraphobia...it's what I have

Picture taken from Words
Everyone fears something right? At least I think so. If you don't, you're lucky. No fear=no stress+no pain.
As a child I was afraid of the dark. As a tween, I was afraid of being unpopular and disliked. As a teenager, I was afraid of people and of being fat and ugly. Now I'm not quite a teen anymore and I've pretty much grown out of those fears. Yes, I still can't swim because swimming pools terrify me (try almost-drowning three times then you tell me how you feel) and I still fear putting on so much weight that I'll look like a pug in a fat suit, but I think this is what scares me most.

Being forgotten.

Being abandoned.

Being replaced.

Being unloved.

Nothing scares me as much. Not even dying. I don't know why it scares me so much. Probably because I've been left behind one time too many. Or maybe it's an inborn trait. Or I could be paranoid. Who knows. As much as I try not to care so much when someone walks away from me and out of my life, I can't help feeling scared when I think what life will be like now that they're gone. Attachments to people suck. Makes you feel worthless, like you have nothing left to offer and that's why people walk out. Big ow factor.

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