TERROR

What? Inconsistent turmoil that plagues my waking eyes...too soon, too consumed with the unyielding fear, a binding; a curse.

Why am I so terrified of happiness? Why am I so scared to allow life to happen? Why do I so persistently cling to the need to find all possible endings to given situations and try and determine which path would cause the least amount of heartache...

I'm so tired.
Please "god..." keep my feet from running, keep my spirit light, free my insecurities and fears.

Damn it!! Why does life have to constitute so much fucking terror? I talk of freedom yet am shackled with chains of uncertainty...


Grumble grumble....pointless mindless chatter of a scared little girl. Scared of my humanness.