Something Fishy

i’m afraid..that i’m slowly becoming the exact person whom i dreaded to become one day.

i’m afraid..to be hurt because of love.

i’m afraid..that i won’t be able to make it for the pinning.

i’m afraid..that i won’t be able to find a job.

i’m afraid..of criticisms.

i’m afraid..that people won’t accept me for who i am.

i’m afraid..that i will lose my friends.

i’m afraid..of being rejected.

i’m afraid..that people won’t even know i’m dead.

i’m afraid..that my friends won’t even care nor cry when i die.

i’m afraid..of not being remembered.

i’m afraid..that i won’t be competent enough to face the world.

i’m afraid..to be alone in life.

i’m afraid..of flying cockroaches.

i’m afraid..of going to hell.

i’m afraid..of my “evil side”

i’m afraid..that people will know my not-so-good side.

i’m afraid..of so many things that it makes me anxious.

i’m afraid..