Fear

Dear World,

I often struggle in figuring out what I'm scared of. Like, legitimately scared of happening. Not someone jumping out of a dark corner screaming. I know I'm scared of, like, someone in my family dying, but seriously, who isn't scared of that. I try, and try, to find a weakness. One small flaw in my seemingly strong wall that blocks out all fear. And, I think I've found it.

I think I'm scared of being scared. You know, that feeling where you're heart starts pounding really fast, your face gets hot, you're worried about what will happen because you have no idea. I hate that feeling. It is, what I'm scared of. Well, maybe not scared of. More like, I'm waiting, apprehensively, for it to come. Because I know there are moments in our lives where that happens. I know, I've had them. And, I don't know under what circumstances that that feeling will come. Which makes me even more scared...

oh, and I'm scared of red ants.

In Him,
Maddie