I am terrified by something much scarier, that at some day I will not be able to earn enough money and may lose my home.
I fear nothing.
More specifically, the nothingness that will take over at the moment when I die. That's my only rational fear.
-having my fetishes publicly exposed (a few friends know and didn't make any fuss about them, but I'm sure some other people would steer clear of me if they found out);
-the fear of failure at anything that I do (it sometimes turns into a self-fulfilling prophecy);
-the fear of getting attached to someone (I haven't been in a relationship ever and I'm 20);
"The darkness inside myself."
No, not the guro kind. I have a pretty good relationship with my own kinks, even if I don't want them publicly known.
But the return of my depression? That endles, gaping hole of apathy slowly spreading, swallowing up everything. Not sadness, which I can deal with, but apathy. Losing my ability to care about *anything*.
That terrifies me
I'm seeing what you guys have put, and all I'm thinking is wow, all im scared of is wasps....the vicious little bastards
Heheheh yeah that's where I'm at.
Emotions and other abstractions are a concern for me but truamatic suffering is my "FEAR" as it's aptly named.
I sometimes wake up like I'm about to get my throat slit.
But I'm accepting some terror bit by bit. Just trying to stay strong.