Confession No. 5: I am Terrified

People are scared of things all the time. I'm petrified of a lot of little things, like spiders and snakes, and I'm scared of a lot of big things too. A really common thing to be afraid of is death (and sorry in advance, because this chat isn't going to be any less morbid the further we get into it); does it hurt? Will it be quick? When will it happen? What happens afterwards?

Here's my thing though. I'm not really that worried about death. Don't get me wrong, I don't relish the thought and I certainly don't want for it to happen any sooner than it has to, but I'm fairly apathetic about the whole experience.

Confession Time: I am downright terrified of living.

You have to understand that for most of my life I've been told that I'm a high achiever, that I'll do great things in my future. I am so incredibly paralysed by fear at the idea of living life because I am insanely worried that I will meet my full potential doing it. I am scared of living because there are so many things I want to do, and not enough time or energy or resources to do them. If I live, and I mean really live the way I want things to go, I don't think I'll ever want to stop. I think I'll work myself into a grave, and I'll work myself into a state of trying to run desperately from death.

So you tell me; is it completely unreasonable to be so scared of not living properly that I'm scared of doing it altogether?

Always,

Your teenaged disaster

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