I got of of the psychiatric facility I had been locked into for a few months, and started thinking. Then I wrote. This is what became of it.


7. Fear

Fear is the first obstacle. Fear is the first thing you have to fight. And the first fight I lost. One that I have come to terms with that I will always lose. Fear is what I feel comfortable with. Fear is what I know, what consumes me in every situation. Fear is what fills the void. I love fear. A thing most other people loathe. For me fear is black. Safe. Known. Sometimes it goes away from its prominent position and becomes a background emotion, but it’s always there. It soldiers on no matter how hard you try to kill it. And that’s how I know I can count on it. I rely on fear. 

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