Sometimes I get unreasonably scared for no reason at all. I wouldn't classify it as paranoia...just anxiety. I think that is where the panic attacks come from. I almost had one a couple of nights ago. I fought it off with a glass of water. That usually helps. But for the most part, I've been battling this irrational fear of being alone my whole life. I'm not alone right now. But I am still afraid. What kind of life is a life lived in fear?

I need some rest. Some rest and to stop thinking so fucking much.