Fear SackZilla

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i feel like fucking hunter s. thompson.  i go to sleep afraid of my dead end relationship & wake up instead with fear of what the future holds for the myself & the U.S.  Let me explain.  I put gas in my car yesterday.  $15 dollars got me a half tank.  Four years ago, $10 filled up my car when my tank was empty.  Gas is down to around 2.50/gallon right now.  but a week ago it was 2.89/gallon.  the year i turned 16, the year i was old enough to drive gas was .85/per gallon.  no dollars, just eighty...

i think i've partly figured out why my life has become a lil stagnant. i fear failure. and it's not like a regular fear, where its all in the mind, its serious i think. i mean not to down myself, but i look at some of my other friends that are around my age, and they have new cars, own apartments, married. then look at me. lightweight broke, no car in my name, not in school anymore and still at home with mom and pop. i mean i know i can succeed, but sometime the pressure scares me back. ive procrastinated...

Title: Autumn Nocturne Author: schadenkatze Story Info: When alone, the imagination can be a powerful thing. Word Count: 630 (yeah, I went over just a little.) Autumn Nocturne 13 September, 1847 Alone in the house, nothing but a flickering candle for company; my mama and papa left for town early this morning. Days are shorter now that the harvest is upon us. Full dark descended what seems like hours ago. I wish I had not argued with Mama nor vexed my Pa. If so, I would...

I just decided to go with it. This piece is self-contained. An excuse for TR/GW interaction, a very light touch of smut, and little more. Perhaps I'll write other snippets in the near future, considering I'm cowering from some of my original fic. "Fear of Falling" 4/4 Candles flicker as the devils dance on the wall Stroking the naked and the silence gets colder Stuck on the ceiling and the kissing gets bolder Biting my nails for fear of revenge The lightest brush of lips and tongue across...

I have been doing a lot of thinking about fear today. A few of my very close friends know that I have been having a week from hell where fear was concerned, and that it was because of some particularly large and nasty demons from my past that decided they would try to take up residence again. Before I say another word: To those friends who sat on the phone or online with me halfway through the night, who encouraged and listened, thank you. You don't know how much I needed to know I wasn't alone...