I cried for the first time in years today. I cried because I was scared...scared of letting my family down, scared of letting my stupid little meaningless fears cause them to think I'm not worth the trouble...cause them to think I can't be trusted. I don't even know why I fear the thing I fear, but when I look back I see that its always been this way...that I've always been afraid, that my fear has had an iron grip over the whole of my life. No matter how many times I kick myself for being so afraid of such a mediocre thing I can't get over it...I just can't beat it. Some say there is nothing to fear but fear it's self...they are wrong. I am not afraid of fear, I have nothing but hatred for fear. I don't want to be afraid anymore, but I can't help it. Several people looked down on me for fearing this thing I fear. If only they could see it the way I do, they would know...they would know why the mere sight of it almost makes me go insane. When those that don't look down on me ask me why I'm so scared, they belittle me when I'm unable to explain. No one can help me from my fear, for I've been afraid far to long.
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