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As a kid, my middle name was irrational fear, and I still have a bit of that left in me. Childhood traumas have led to me to prefer elevators over stairs. Ghost stories, demons, and creepy men who appear in reocurring dreams make me scared to turn off the lights downstairs. Nightmares still send me to my mommy's bed. I can't step foot into the gym at lunch time. I spend my free time picturing situations where I'd be stuck in an absolutely hopeless predicament, and there'd be no one that could possibly help me. Being alone scares the living daylights out of me. Sometimes, I hyperventilate when I get stressed. One time when I was younger, Vincent showed me a video where this white ghost lady popped out at me. I cried. I could not stop thinking that she was going to pop up behind me for about 2 months. I told my parents I was seeing ghosts, and they got angry at him for showing me. Thinking about that still gives me the creeps. It's strange, but things on the television don't scare me, just things on the computer. If I could find a way to go through life without facing confrontations, I would. Same with public speaking and porcelain dolls. The list goes on.
But you, you make me a little braver.