Fear?

...Fear...

An unseen and psychological phenomenon that comes in all forms, shapes and sizes... and yet, always seem to ignite only ONE specific reaction amongst all of us.
There are those of us who fear love- the complications that arise from it and the bad sex that may come when the person isn't quite the right one for you. There are those of us who fear dogs. There are those of us who fear "good looking" people, simply because they're intimidating. There are those of us who fear heights. There are those of us who fear germs and there are plenty of us of fear death.

Some fears are acknowledged as rational

...but mine?...

...most see it as irrational...

No matter how much I tell myself that there is no such thing and that it's all in my hyperactive mind, I can't seem to get over my silly irrational fears.

Stupid clowns and their twisted faces.

Stupid darkness and its indefinite borders.

Stupid chainsaw man! In all seriousnes, MUST you kill everyone with a chainsaw?

Stupid nightmares... and the subsequent feeling of paralysation where I feel like I can't wake up.

I was told that I recieved a call last night... and that I answered the call... if so, why can't I remember it? What grips me the most is that all I remember from last night is that dreadful feeling-the one I really hate-the feeling of helplessness... which ironically dissapeared as quickly as the sun shone through my windows and onto my face. I hate it. Not only does it give me the heebie jeebies; it also makes me feel like something is coming. Something not quite right.

2012, please dont come. 2011 is my year!

Hmmm, how is it that I can jump of a cliff face; abseil down gorges and go to the city in my pyjamas without feeling scared... but I can't go through one night, without fear?

Urgh.