I fear being alone more than anything else. So why do I do this? Why do I push away the people I love? What is so very wrong with me?I don’t know.And I don’t know how to make it stop.

I am afraid of waking up to emptiness, to a place where my friends and family are gone and I am nothing but a single bolt of lightning in the blackness of a lonely storm. If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.

I suppose I should get used to being alone too. Not in the world, but in here. In my heart.

They don't know the meaning of danger or fear or pain. It's only their pride that can be truly hurt.

Fear can be a good thing. Fear doesn't let you forget.

I do not fear pain.

I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid of letting this opportunity pass us by. And I'm afraid of what happens if nothing in this world ever changes.