January 18th, 2010 by greg

My mind is torturing me with projections of past terror…

I am afraid of being, becoming, afraid.

I am afraid that at some point ahead I will encounter terror — to be, to find myself suddenly confronted by a terrible and fearful situation. That something will go wrong — will break — and I will need help and only two kinds of people will be there:

Those that ignore and those that ridicule.

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I'd like to just once fall asleep feeling good.
Just once.
Drunken stupors don't count.