I’m scared of waking up.  My mouth will hurt from my braces, but I also might feel overwhelmed despite the fact that my day is free, or I might fall asleep after my alarm and be late to class again.   

I’m scared of doing the things I want to do.  I want to do more exciting things. I want to make more art, perform more often, and talk to more people, but what if it doesn’t go well?  What if I embarrass myself?  

I’m scared of my calendar.  It’s filled with things that I’m praying will disappear like tests and deadlines.  It feels like the month is taunting me, neverending and pushing me further and further into a corner.

I’m scared of myself.  I like the person I am at this very moment, but I dislike the person I was a week ago, or a month ago, or last year.  

I’m just scared.