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I used to have a phobia of being alone and dying without anyone noticing I've been gone for awhile. It's funny I mentioned it because I've lost touch with everybody over the past few years and the place I live in isn't no different then being confined to a prison cell. All I need is for that other part to kick in and that'll be it.
That was so emo that I just want to hug you Voltz.
Save it for the whiners on myspace.
I'm afraid of growing old and dying without ever making use of my many talents in a truly meaningful way.
I used to hate spiders, but I've developed a measure of respect for them lately.
Bees. Anything that's small and flies and can stab you has no place around me. They were much fewer in number this summer, but in the past they would make their hives under park benches, awnings or other public places where their stupid bee asses shouldn't.
Oh I also forgot...
Kidney motherfucking Stones
I'm allergic to bee stings, so any time one of those winged pieces of shit is around I go nuts. Other than that, I'm afraid of not amounting to anything and any kind of pain.
I'm paranoid about medical things. It's not hypochondria, but every time there's a disease outbreak in the area I worry that I'll catch it. It's completely irrational fear of contracting things, even when I logically know it's almost impossible.
Other than that, I can go on the 'losing a grip on reality' thing. Psychotic issues run in my family on my mother's side pretty badly and I'm approaching the 20 years old range for when some of them start to show. This is heavily tied to the aforementioned paranoia.
Oh, and I hate being picked up. Hate. Had a bad experience with someone picking me up before (the hug kind of lift) and it makes me freeze up and freak out if people do that to me.
Note to Self: Pick Nomi up when we meet her.
They're easier when they don't move.