I'm afraid of leaving home. I'm afraid of moving out. I'm afraid of leaving anything behind. I'm almost done with high school, but I can't wrap my head around not being a teenager. It's a scary, this thing we call life. But what has made me like this? Why am I afraid to live? I'm not unhappy, I'm not afraid of the present. I'm afraid of the future. I'm afraid of the person that I could become. I look at my parents. One is an outstanding roll model and the other is everything I don't want to be. But I'm afraid that years from now I'll be the second. I'll be completely dependent on something that makes me sick, crazy or both. I'll be someone that no one can rely on. I'll tell lies that only I believe. What a sad fate would that be. I dont know that it's my fate, but I know I hope it's not. But it's the only fate I have a picture of because it scares me so much that I can't not think about it.