1. Being chased. I hate thinking I am being followed and/ or chased. This is especially true going up stairs in sketchy stairwells. There has been countless incidents where I was walking up stairs when someone starts to walk up behind me and I literally SPRINT up the stairs because it scares the crap out of me. How this came about? My brother was mean, very mean. He would chase me and when he caught me, he would hurt me. This is why I'm afraid of being chased.
3. Dying before I'm ready. I don't think I fear dying itself, but I fear that I'll die before I get to cross off everything on my bucket list, or meet my children, or see all the places I want to go. I want to travel and eat weird foods and meet crazy people. I don't want to go out young, I want to die an old, old lady, covered in scars and wrinkles. But, I can't bet on that, so I just have to live my life to the fullest every day!
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