i’ve lived in fear
two years or it’ll be two years next month. i’ve lived in fear in fear of pain in fear of living in fear. i stop my self from doing things because i fear being in pain, i fear being so miserable for a day or two that i’ve stopped living my life ive limited the things i can and cannot do. ive put myself in a bubble in which i say i can’t do this andi can’t do that because i just cant. i blame it on circumstantial instead of real, i can go out and do things but i chose not to. because i fear that whaatever i do my body will hate me. but today i think is it better to have a few days of pain and have lived my life. or lay on my death bed many moons from now and regret never doing anything exciting or fun because i was afraid?















