Sometimes life makes us realize our worst fears. As I write this, I have just locked that fear yet again. I admit I haven't overcome it. Yet. Maybe if I had those wings.
Running away from such fears, does nothing. Because at the end of it, you have to come back. You can't always go outside waiting for it to meet it's death. Sometimes you have to kill it and when you cannot, you just have to lock it in a place, like I just did. And then you are scared that what is going to happen if someone lets the fear out? Will you be ready to face it then? Or will you again look for a different place to lock it in? Life is shit like that.
So before you start wondering what is wrong with this girl? Being all philosophical and shit at 2 in the morning.
I must tell you about the fear.
That beestard! Yeah, I hate creepy flying insects. Cockroaches, the worst! I am all cool about killing a crawling one, but as soon as it pops out its wings, I pop out my own metaphorical wings and fly my butt out of the room. Well this time it was a bee and it is locked in my flatmate's room. I had to lure that bee by playing a switch the light on and off game. Damn you bee.
