Death! I don't know where I'll be headed in my Afterlife.
Spiders and Snakes.
Heights.
Loss of my own Independence.
That I could end up turning into an NT. I was hurt by so many NTs.
Hippies. Don't ask me why? I guess it's the wild look in their eyes. Maybe I'm scared of my own Past.
Rape.
Nucular War.
Fear of hurting another person's feelings. I've had mine hurt a lot.
I'm afraid of my Father, even though he's never layed a finger on me. He has a pretty sharp tounge towards me, though.
Fears that I could lose what amount of an Accent I do have, and that I could end up speaking the way that I don't wish to. Like everybody else who lives close to the BC/Washington Border. I'd rather be called a Cockney behind my back, by the people in the Stores, and that the people who want me to sound like everybody else will NOT have their day. I think I'll listen to Chas n Dave, now.