Date: December 23, 2009
Time: 00:19
Place: Home

It's been a really long time since I've made any entries, and after a conversation with a colleague, and a small fit of panic, I've decided to write something.

I am afraid.

That's right, I'm afraid.

"But," I hear you ask, "of what are you afraid?"

Many things.

I am afraid of death, and I'm afraid of dying. I'm afraid of closing my eyes to sleep for fear of never opening them again. I'm afraid of being rejection. I'm afraid of being rejected by people I want to be friends with. I'm afraid of being rejected by women I want to not only be friends with, but have a relationship with. I'm afraid of anything I submit for publication of being rejected. I'm afraid or being rejected when I apply for a job.

I'm afraid of being left alone and of being alone. Now I'm somewhat used to doing things by myself, but it would be nice to share those things with someone, preferably female.

And I'm afraid I probably wrote about all of this before.

Now, since I have written all of this out, do I feel any better?

No, I do not.