fears
- bugs crawling on my face, finding bugs in my bed - I suppose that's more of a freakout fear than it is a deep-seeded emotional fear
- that my efforts will bear no fruit
- that death will take me before I've had a chance to accomplish what I want to, or it'll take me just when I've started to do what fulfills me
- not that I'll die alone physically, so much as I'll have no one who'll want to be with me when that time comes
- that I'll be forced to settle for less than what I truly want or deserve, because that's all I'll be able to get from life
- that I've used it all up in one go, and there'll be nothing left for next time
- that people will think I'm some kind of fraud