Someone told me to write about what scares me. The thing is, I can't decide what to write about. I think the real problem with me lately hasn't been that I am fearless, but that I am scared of myself. If I write it out in words, it becomes official; I am not the person I had planned to be. If I were to write out the things that scared me, you would only see a list with my name written all over it. It scares me that I can look into the mirror and long for the broken person I used to be. Sometimes the pain is a lot easier to take than the pressure of knowing you won't be good enough. It's a lot easier to smoke five cigarettes in a row than to feel the burning hole inside of you from the disappointment of the ones you love. Being too much of anything is scary, but I can't seem to be what's in between.