I'm scared. Scared of disappointing someone I care about. Scared of disappointing myself. I'm afraid that I'm not pretty enough, not smart enough, not good enough. Afraid of what strangers think of me, afraid of what my peers think of me, afraid that I don't meet the standards of the world, the standards I need to face the world. I fear. I fear being alone. I fear being forgotten. I fear being left to think, drowning in a mind full of criticisms and wishes, hopes and dreams that seem impossible.
Then it stops and I remember. I have one life to live. One life.