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Stolen from galuxkitty:

WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF:
[x] the dark (Less so, but still. XD;;)
[ ] staying single
[ ] getting married
[x] being a parent
[x] giving birth
[ ] being myself in front of others
[ ] open spaces
[ ] closed spaces
[x] heights
[ ] cats
[ ] dogs
[ ] birds
[ ] spiders and/or other insects
[x] driving or being in cars
[ ] flying
[x] being put to sleep (Killing me? ._.;;;)
[ ] flowers or other plants
[x] being touched
[ ] fire
[ ] water
[ ] the ocean
[ ] pools
[x] failure (Definitely a big one...)
[ ] success
[ ] germs
[ ] thunder/lightning
[ ] frogs/toads
[ ] mice/rats
[x] jumping from high places (I guess. XDD;;;)
[ ] snow
[ ] rain
[ ] wind
[x] cemeteries (A little, maybe. XDD;;;)
[x] clowns
[ ] large crowds
[ ] crossing bridges
[x] death
[ ] Hell
[ ] Heaven
[ ] being robbed
[ ] men
[ ] women
[ ] having great responsibility
[ ] doctors
[ ] tornadoes
[ ] hurricanes
[x] being punished
[x] diseases, including cancer and STD's
[x] snakes (Trying to get over it, though. ^^;;; Poor things...)
[ ] sharks
[ ] dinosaurs
[ ] Friday the 13th
[x] poverty
[ ] ghosts
[ ] Halloween
[ ] school
[ ] trains or railroads
[x] fear
[ ] being alone
[x] losing my friends
[x] being blind
[x] being deaf
[x] growing up
[ ] being murdered in my sleep
[ ] Finding "the one" and losing them
[x] Not being killed but being messed up for life by something instead
[ ] Aliens

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I should keep away from things that upset me. Does wonders for my creativity, ya know. *nod* Food...

Edit: Dammit. Why does writing kiss scenes make me feel so nervous...?

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Guilt	What is yours?	Explain yourself
Culinary:	French fries.	They kill you. But I have such a high metabolism, I'm forever skinny and the rest of the girls hate me.
Literary:	2001: A Space Odyssey	What? Nobody likes classic old Sci-Fi novels but me? Humph. :/
Audiovisual:	ShtH game	"Damn 4th Chaos Emerald!" Do I spot a little SF64 gag here? X3
Musical:	90% my Winamp list	Everybody hates/doesn't care about my music. The end. XD
Celebrity:	Tom Hanks	What? He's a good actor.

to complete this same Quiz, Its HERE.

I dunwanna tag people. :o

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I'm still freaking out I finished a fanfic. 13 pages long. oO;;; I know I must've rushed, done a kajillion things wrong, made it sound corny and stupid, ending's gagging me already, and gods I'm gonna pay for it painfully later when it comes to editing/revising it, etc. etc. etc. but... holy crud. It's been that long. T-T

I need a life other than fandom. Seriously, I wouldn't be so messed up all the time. :/

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I wish I wasn't so worthless without the Internet.

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I remember the days when I was pure, had heart, had energy, didn't care what anyone else thought, laughed off what bothered her.

Now it's like I'm scared. Frantic. I can't even fully relax anymore. It feels like it's never enough. 'Cause of that, whatever I'm good at has gone completely down the drain. Whatever happened? I was surprised at how few icons I've made for sharing; then if I do make something, it's for me. I think my writing's going rushed or has the voice of an insomniac coworker trying to catch a dime, not a kid with a magical sense of imagination who loved telling stories. It's no wonder I barely seem to do anything creative these days; I'm always constantly getting angry or stressed. Mainly over stupid people and things that I shouldn't bother reading online in the first place, 'cause they upset me. They cloud my thoughts and once you get Puri riled over something, she's pretty lost. It's like, I shouldn't bother. I shouldn't bother.

I need to sleep, we have to go to Six Flags tomorrow.

Ye gods, it's like the only time I feel decent is when I'm writing or doing icons. 'Cause basically, they're all I'm really good at. But even then, I'm upset, 'cause it feels like miles away I'd be able to speak for myself and be at peace. Cut myself off and I'm gone. Worthless. I still have no clue what's wrong with me, but I'm in no position to think. No position to think. No position to think.

So much for Spring Break.

Raise your hand if you thought 2005*Puri was better than 2006*Puri. Least she actually WORKED on her stupid "secret" fic instead of glancing at it with paranoia and contempt.