Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All

True Horror

Someone asked me to reveal what scares me. The list is actually pretty large. I've been exposed to many things that are both terrifying and hazardous. I've had pain in my lower right abdominal region, which I believe to be my appendix. I'm scared that I'll have surgery, and something will go terribly wrong. Or I'll have to be flown to Bangor. Anyways, what scares me? There's an interesting topic. I'm afraid of heights, I'm pretty damn scared of dying, people leaving, rats, spiders, I'm afraid that I would not be remembered when I'm gone, I'm terrified of socializing, I'm nervous when I'm around certain people, I'm a nervous wreck with people, especially large crowds, I'm extremely nervous around the ladies, I'm nervous around dogs, I'm morbidly afraid of uncovered windows at night, and I'm afraid of being left lonely in the world. As funny and trivial as it may seem, the smell of perfume actually makes it easier to cope with fear. There once was a girl at a Bangor bus stop, and I sat down next to her. I was worried out of my mind that I'd never make it to my friends house. Until I caught wind of Chanel NO. 5. The smell brought me to a good place, and I caught a bus seconds later. Axe, Old Spice, Chanel, Elizabeth Taylor, they all help me to make some sense in the event of a nervous breakdown. Anyways, that gives me extra incentive to viciously hoard scratch and sniff strips for perfumes and colognes, in case I need release. That just makes me sound a bit like a crazy, needy, insecure fucking freak. Oh well. We are what we are. Anyways, that's only a few of what scares me the most. Wish me luck. I may or may not have to have an appendectomy done so I don't become ill. Love you guys!