I wasn’t afraid. I had been preparing for this for so long; my chance to prve myself. So why were my hands trembling? I reached for the candle, not a good idea.
the fear of the dark engulfs her soul like a clutching hand as she flees through the forest of grotesque trees with branching fingers reaching to grab her.
im so afraid of how my parents will react to my coming out. fuck fuck fuck im scared. i hate that it will probably make them think differently of me and like im the same damn person for fucks sake ugh ugh bla life sucks opinions suck just be nice and love regardless of anything
She’s afraid of where the dark leads. Afraid of the change that comes with Autumn, afraid of the seasons and the change and the leaving. Cloaked beneath this thin layer of denial she has remained afraid for a bit too long. Afraid of unknowing, finding, knowing. Oh well, you know it gets better with time. The seasons will always change and one day you’ll find that the fear froze in the winter that follows this fall.
You only afraid of the unknown, the unsure the stuff that gives our mind the liberty to make grand tales around it.whatever reactions that spring out of this emotions are not true. Nothing done out of fear is truely done out of the heart.
Strangly enough we have to shut the heart down first to truely overcome this base emotion. Investigate, understand. bringing the complex tale we invented down to the accumilation of simple thruths. So that there is no fiction anymore that can scare us.
Sadly enough that makes life dull. So fear is something you need to truely appreciate what there is in live, to wonder, to dream. If we ever realize there is in fact nothing to overcome we ould lose our sense of purpose.
afraid – the feeling that makes your heart go around and round, that feeling you wish you didnt have..it creeps into the very being of your soul.. afraid of being you
i dont really think iam afraid all that much… what really scares me thought is to wake up one day and be crazy to question ones reality is surely a fearful thing . i pray i dont sucomb to my fears.
all my life I have been afraid. mostly of myself and what I can and can not do. but also the fear of being alone all my life has become prevalent and long lasting. it’s almost crippling at times. but I carry on and I do what I can to make the world happy even if I can not be. I like other people am a social creature, but I feel like I am sometimes different, and wish to be alone. My mind changes like the wind and I don’t trust completely anymore
afraid is the adjective of the abstract noun fear. there may be multiple causes of the origin of fear. fear may stem from a myriad of sources. scientifically if humans are afraid then the secretion of adrenaline, a hormone, helps them to deal with the situation directing them to either fight or take flight thus also known as the fight or flight hormone.
The thing I fear most is mediocrity. Of falling short and not being the best, the most talented, the stand-out, of being middle ground in everything, for the rest of my life. I fear getting to the end and thinking, “well, that was okay, but think of what it would have been like if you were only a bit better.” You can’t change the past but only forge a future in excellence.
Afraid. Terrified. So paralyzed by the idea of losing you, forever. Indefinitely. That our endless nights are over, that everything we shared can never be repeated again. I will never get over you, I never want to.
I’m afraid of the dark when home alone. I’m afraid of spiders and things that creep and crawl. I’m afraid of failing. I’m afraid of getting into a car accident. I’m afraid of people stealing my work. I’m afraid of myself. I’m afraid that death ends in emptiness. I’m afraid of the truth that lies within the unknown and what one must do to finally obtain it.
I am afraid. I am afraid that this won’t last. I am afraid that I will get too attached then lose myself again. I am afraid that he may actually be the one and I will do something to fuck it up. But most of all, I am more afraid of how unusually low of feeling afraid that I actually am.
There could not be a better word to define what I’m feeling now. Afraid. Giving your life to someone else in order for them to make decisions for you. Life-altering decisions. And all you can do is wait helplessly for them to give their verdict.
I’m afraid of a lot of things. I think knowing that the word afraid exists makes it easier for me to be more scared.. more afraid of things. I’m afraid of heights. Maybe more afraid of falling. The more I say afraid the more I think of how scared of the world I am. I don’t ask to be afraid.. My mind just seems to want me to be afraid. I’m afraid of a lot.
Today I experienced the terror of being numb. The complete and utter loneliness and heartbreak of not being able to feel anything at all. I was afraid of myself.
I was afraid from last 2 days, as I was in my village for vacation, there is no friend of mine, no tv no gaming thus feeling so tense, now i am in mumbai feeling better.
I’m afraid of dark. I’m afraid of snakes. People get afraid of anything. Stupid stuff people do when they are afraid and they don’t like to be afraid. Being afraid is human. Scared is another word of afraid. My friend liston is afraid right now. Sometimes I listen to songs when I’m afraid. I’m afraid my time is going out.
i’m always afraid tha tsomeone will judge me for who i am. unfortutuantely for me my parents are the most accepting in the world and i kept but help be afraid of my own family. that they won’t accept me for who i am. and the fact taht they’r emy family makes it even worse. i don’t hav ea say in who they are and what they are or what they believe. and i can’t help but be afraid and scared that i’m not good enough for them.
this word was already here.
Is my computer not working?
Is the internet failing me?
Fear comes in itty bitty shreds of ridiculous notions of how exactly
every element of life should work out.
of the dark, of your mind rising up from the depths from a single sheer cobweb of thought, entangling the hours in a nighttime myriad of illusion and light, cutting the cords on eternity.
Is death something to be afraid of. Passing into the light, losing the physical. Some priest giving the final rites. His sweaty fingers holding a crucifix. “Dust to dust”. Suddenly the dead man opens one eye. “What are you doing with that piece, I am not dead yet”. Father Murphy turns pale and collapses in a heap.
i am afraid of losing the people i love and no accomplishing anything in my life and being nothing and living in a horrible home barely making ends meat and not accomplishing my goals in my life. and being a bad parent and not pursing any of my passions in my life and being a disappointment to my family. and not making them proud and not doing what i want to do with my life and fulfilling my passions and my ambtions and dreams. nice home taking care of my family being married to my fiancee, my daughters growing up to be smart intelligent people and excelling in their lives and school and goals and dreams
I am often afraid. It isn’t important to anybody else, and it never will be. But inside my own existence lies a bud, a small, useless bud that will never become what it could have been. There is more to the world than this, but we will never know.
WHoever said fear is weakness, was an idiot. To have fear is something noble and heroic. I am afraid everyday. I am afraid of failure and I sometimes live up to that fear.
I’ve always felt so afraid of living life like it was meant to. Mistakes and all–and I find myself at night snuggled in the darkness of non-choices. Perhaps escape is all it takes, so I escaped to here and I only seem to continue to run away.
i was afraid to ride my bicycle for the first time, but i needed to be brave. i could do this. i knew that i could. i felt my dads hands as they gently pushed me along. The two squeaky wheels started turning, and they started to turn down the sidewalk. I thought “This is easy, i can do this!” I started to get my courage back, and just as i was starting to rely on my dads help, i felt his hands let go.
i’m afraid of being alone, i think at night sometimes about what it would be like if i had no one. just like people on the streets. you look at them sometimes and think what was so hard about their life that made them end up there. I seen a documentary about homeless people, and he asked some why the were on the streets, most liked being where they were. some were forced, some were mentally ill, and some were once like you or me, but recession hit and they lost their job, had no more income couldn’t afford to rent a house or apartment, and ended up on the street, where it was free!
I was afraid that I would fail. That all my hopes and dreams would crash and burn. That I would amount to nothing. I haven’t come this far to fail, I haven’t come this fair to be afraid.
There once was a girl who hid in the cupboard. A girl who could not stand the dark or rain or wind or thunder or shadows. This girl was afraid of everything, and she never left the house. She was alone in the world, afraid of everything that was not the quiet mouse.
I’m afraid. It is dark, so dark that I can’t see. I miss you. I miss you more than anything, more than the light. I want to see your smile, hear your voice. I’ve been so lonely.
fear fills my heart, but it does not consume me… I am wandering over the fearless territory of my mind, watching as my heart catches up slowly… with each beat to this love.
And she was so angry, so frustrated that her heart had no room to be afraid. This man had taken everything and faded into the night, so abruptly that he might as well have evaporated on the spot. She didn’t care that his words were slurred, his breath harsh with the tint of sweet coconut rum. She didn’t care for the wooden bat gripped hard in his callused hands, she could only feel the rage course through her veins and the fear was pushed into the bottoms of her feet as she pounded towards his cursed figure.
Afraid is the word when we listen or use in our words it gives stress in mind…….god please help us…….sometimes i am afraid from exams..sometimes from a mishappening…sometimes from a person which i do not like………
“Don’t be afraid,” he said, eyes glassy and flickering with firelight.
She gulps anxiously, and after a moment of hesitation, she takes his hand.
That was her first mistake.
I wasn’t afraid. I had been preparing for this for so long; my chance to prve myself. So why were my hands trembling? I reached for the candle, not a good idea.
You are the sun, the moon, and the stars
You are the ocean
You are everything
I am alone. I am afraid.
the fear of the dark engulfs her soul like a clutching hand as she flees through the forest of grotesque trees with branching fingers reaching to grab her.
im so afraid of how my parents will react to my coming out. fuck fuck fuck im scared. i hate that it will probably make them think differently of me and like im the same damn person for fucks sake ugh ugh bla life sucks opinions suck just be nice and love regardless of anything
She’s afraid of where the dark leads. Afraid of the change that comes with Autumn, afraid of the seasons and the change and the leaving. Cloaked beneath this thin layer of denial she has remained afraid for a bit too long. Afraid of unknowing, finding, knowing. Oh well, you know it gets better with time. The seasons will always change and one day you’ll find that the fear froze in the winter that follows this fall.
afraid i am. Of what lies ahead
You only afraid of the unknown, the unsure the stuff that gives our mind the liberty to make grand tales around it.whatever reactions that spring out of this emotions are not true. Nothing done out of fear is truely done out of the heart.
Strangly enough we have to shut the heart down first to truely overcome this base emotion. Investigate, understand. bringing the complex tale we invented down to the accumilation of simple thruths. So that there is no fiction anymore that can scare us.
Sadly enough that makes life dull. So fear is something you need to truely appreciate what there is in live, to wonder, to dream. If we ever realize there is in fact nothing to overcome we ould lose our sense of purpose.
afraid – the feeling that makes your heart go around and round, that feeling you wish you didnt have..it creeps into the very being of your soul.. afraid of being you
i dont really think iam afraid all that much… what really scares me thought is to wake up one day and be crazy to question ones reality is surely a fearful thing . i pray i dont sucomb to my fears.
all my life I have been afraid. mostly of myself and what I can and can not do. but also the fear of being alone all my life has become prevalent and long lasting. it’s almost crippling at times. but I carry on and I do what I can to make the world happy even if I can not be. I like other people am a social creature, but I feel like I am sometimes different, and wish to be alone. My mind changes like the wind and I don’t trust completely anymore
afraid is the adjective of the abstract noun fear. there may be multiple causes of the origin of fear. fear may stem from a myriad of sources. scientifically if humans are afraid then the secretion of adrenaline, a hormone, helps them to deal with the situation directing them to either fight or take flight thus also known as the fight or flight hormone.
The thing I fear most is mediocrity. Of falling short and not being the best, the most talented, the stand-out, of being middle ground in everything, for the rest of my life. I fear getting to the end and thinking, “well, that was okay, but think of what it would have been like if you were only a bit better.” You can’t change the past but only forge a future in excellence.
Afraid. Terrified. So paralyzed by the idea of losing you, forever. Indefinitely. That our endless nights are over, that everything we shared can never be repeated again. I will never get over you, I never want to.
I’m afraid of the dark when home alone. I’m afraid of spiders and things that creep and crawl. I’m afraid of failing. I’m afraid of getting into a car accident. I’m afraid of people stealing my work. I’m afraid of myself. I’m afraid that death ends in emptiness. I’m afraid of the truth that lies within the unknown and what one must do to finally obtain it.
I am afraid. I am afraid that this won’t last. I am afraid that I will get too attached then lose myself again. I am afraid that he may actually be the one and I will do something to fuck it up. But most of all, I am more afraid of how unusually low of feeling afraid that I actually am.
There could not be a better word to define what I’m feeling now. Afraid. Giving your life to someone else in order for them to make decisions for you. Life-altering decisions. And all you can do is wait helplessly for them to give their verdict.
I’m not afraid of anything. So be it. I really don’t care what you think. Fuck you.
i’m scared, terfified, fear,losing, love, life, comitment, death,
I’m afraid of a lot of things. I think knowing that the word afraid exists makes it easier for me to be more scared.. more afraid of things. I’m afraid of heights. Maybe more afraid of falling. The more I say afraid the more I think of how scared of the world I am. I don’t ask to be afraid.. My mind just seems to want me to be afraid. I’m afraid of a lot.
Today I experienced the terror of being numb. The complete and utter loneliness and heartbreak of not being able to feel anything at all. I was afraid of myself.
I was afraid from last 2 days, as I was in my village for vacation, there is no friend of mine, no tv no gaming thus feeling so tense, now i am in mumbai feeling better.
I’m afraid of dark. I’m afraid of snakes. People get afraid of anything. Stupid stuff people do when they are afraid and they don’t like to be afraid. Being afraid is human. Scared is another word of afraid. My friend liston is afraid right now. Sometimes I listen to songs when I’m afraid. I’m afraid my time is going out.
i’m always afraid tha tsomeone will judge me for who i am. unfortutuantely for me my parents are the most accepting in the world and i kept but help be afraid of my own family. that they won’t accept me for who i am. and the fact taht they’r emy family makes it even worse. i don’t hav ea say in who they are and what they are or what they believe. and i can’t help but be afraid and scared that i’m not good enough for them.
this word was already here.
Is my computer not working?
Is the internet failing me?
Fear comes in itty bitty shreds of ridiculous notions of how exactly
every element of life should work out.
Sometimes, when it’s dark outside I get an inkling of fear in my gut.
But after thinking to myself how irrational fear is, it goes away.
And I sleep.
of the dark, of your mind rising up from the depths from a single sheer cobweb of thought, entangling the hours in a nighttime myriad of illusion and light, cutting the cords on eternity.
Is death something to be afraid of. Passing into the light, losing the physical. Some priest giving the final rites. His sweaty fingers holding a crucifix. “Dust to dust”. Suddenly the dead man opens one eye. “What are you doing with that piece, I am not dead yet”. Father Murphy turns pale and collapses in a heap.
i am afraid of losing the people i love and no accomplishing anything in my life and being nothing and living in a horrible home barely making ends meat and not accomplishing my goals in my life. and being a bad parent and not pursing any of my passions in my life and being a disappointment to my family. and not making them proud and not doing what i want to do with my life and fulfilling my passions and my ambtions and dreams. nice home taking care of my family being married to my fiancee, my daughters growing up to be smart intelligent people and excelling in their lives and school and goals and dreams
I am often afraid. It isn’t important to anybody else, and it never will be. But inside my own existence lies a bud, a small, useless bud that will never become what it could have been. There is more to the world than this, but we will never know.
WHoever said fear is weakness, was an idiot. To have fear is something noble and heroic. I am afraid everyday. I am afraid of failure and I sometimes live up to that fear.
I’ve always felt so afraid of living life like it was meant to. Mistakes and all–and I find myself at night snuggled in the darkness of non-choices. Perhaps escape is all it takes, so I escaped to here and I only seem to continue to run away.
i was afraid to ride my bicycle for the first time, but i needed to be brave. i could do this. i knew that i could. i felt my dads hands as they gently pushed me along. The two squeaky wheels started turning, and they started to turn down the sidewalk. I thought “This is easy, i can do this!” I started to get my courage back, and just as i was starting to rely on my dads help, i felt his hands let go.
i’m afraid of being alone, i think at night sometimes about what it would be like if i had no one. just like people on the streets. you look at them sometimes and think what was so hard about their life that made them end up there. I seen a documentary about homeless people, and he asked some why the were on the streets, most liked being where they were. some were forced, some were mentally ill, and some were once like you or me, but recession hit and they lost their job, had no more income couldn’t afford to rent a house or apartment, and ended up on the street, where it was free!
I was afraid that I would fail. That all my hopes and dreams would crash and burn. That I would amount to nothing. I haven’t come this far to fail, I haven’t come this fair to be afraid.
There once was a girl who hid in the cupboard. A girl who could not stand the dark or rain or wind or thunder or shadows. This girl was afraid of everything, and she never left the house. She was alone in the world, afraid of everything that was not the quiet mouse.
I’m afraid. It is dark, so dark that I can’t see. I miss you. I miss you more than anything, more than the light. I want to see your smile, hear your voice. I’ve been so lonely.
fear fills my heart, but it does not consume me… I am wandering over the fearless territory of my mind, watching as my heart catches up slowly… with each beat to this love.
And she was so angry, so frustrated that her heart had no room to be afraid. This man had taken everything and faded into the night, so abruptly that he might as well have evaporated on the spot. She didn’t care that his words were slurred, his breath harsh with the tint of sweet coconut rum. She didn’t care for the wooden bat gripped hard in his callused hands, she could only feel the rage course through her veins and the fear was pushed into the bottoms of her feet as she pounded towards his cursed figure.
Afraid is the word when we listen or use in our words it gives stress in mind…….god please help us…….sometimes i am afraid from exams..sometimes from a mishappening…sometimes from a person which i do not like………
“Don’t be afraid,” he said, eyes glassy and flickering with firelight.
She gulps anxiously, and after a moment of hesitation, she takes his hand.
That was her first mistake.