“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”

If only that were true.

There are many things to fear, both in this world and beyond it.

I’m so afraid.

I’m afraid of failing to live up to expectations, both the ones that I have set for myself and the ones that others have for me.

I’m scared of letting everyone down and of being a disappointment.

I’m afraid of people;

I’m scared of being rejected, of not being good enough for someone else. But how could I possibly be good enough for someone else when I’m not even good enough for myself?

I’m afraid of being hurt; it happens time after time.

I’m scared of letting people see beneath the surface, where they can look at all of my scars.

I have plenty of them.

I’m afraid that I’ll never conquer my demons.

I’m scared that they’ll eat me alive.

I’m afraid that I’ll never find happiness in life.

I’m scared of loss.

I’m terrified of losing the ones that I love.

I’m terrified of death. I try to believe in the afterlife but I live with the fear that death is truly the end.

I’m terrified of dying alone. What is life without the ones that we love?

I’m scared that the people in power will destroy the world before I get a chance to truly live.

That’s out of my control.

All I can do is live life and do the best I can.