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loosing my precious pedals!
spider laying eggs in me
elevators killing me
paranoia thoughts where all people eventually wanna kill me, o wait thats already true!

Zombie apocalypse.

Though sometimes I kinda wish it really would happen.

The creatures of the seas. Rising up and taking back the earth in horrible ways...I dont feel thats irrational. Does that make me irrational.???

Oh and the fact I may be in a dream or this is all not reall....

I don't know fi this counts but everytime "broken penis" is mentioned I wanna kill myself.

I sometimes get paranoid especially in a college setting that I'll be called a stereotype like emo/indie/etc. Honestly, when its the first day of class no one sits next to me unless its the last seat left. So I become paranoid and I don't want to talk because I'm afraid people will take it in the context of the pre-determined stereotype in their head. I usually end up being the funny guy in class though.

I'm also scared that someone will think I'm stereotyping them. I'm super conscious of how people portray themselves and I try my damnedest not to offend them.

JulioA69 wrote:The creatures of the seas. Rising up and taking back the earth in horrible ways...

IA! IA! Cthulhu F'tagn!

To agree with Rush Limbaugh.
That Bigfoot will eat me [I don't believe in bigfoot but still...]
That the world will end up in a post apocaliptical disaster, but then is it a real fear or do I watch too much amine?

- Being in a car on the highway (or van- tours kind of suck because of this).
- Ghosts. I have seen them.
- Becoming instantly homeless.

Clowns.

MM

That sharks will be in any body of water that I am in regardless or where it is.
Also the dark, and things I can't see.

- That I smell really bad, but can't smell it myself (I grew up in a paper mill town, which often stinks like rotting broccoli, so the taunts from other high schools always involved kids from our town smelling bad).

- Those friggin' baby dolls with "lifelike" eyes.

- Finding wild animals in my basement when I go down to do the last load of laundry at night (not so irrational - so far we've found a 'possum, a very confused neighborhood cat and a dead raccoon down there, but I think I've plugged up all of the holes by now).

jrmy wrote:- That I smell really bad, but can't smell it myself (I grew up in a paper mill town, which often stinks like rotting broccoli, so the taunts from other high schools always involved kids from our town smelling bad).

OMG THIS. I think that all the time, err, minus the backstory.

Definitely clowns. Evil bastards.

Spiders. It's sad, I know, but I hate the fucking things. Not so much a fear as an overwhelming sense of disgust.

Seizurema wrote:OMG THIS. I think that all the time, err, minus the backstory.

Yeah, well, if we grew up in the same mill town, it would be pretty fantastically weird to figure it out here...

Being dead...but being aware of it.

No afterlife heaven/hell, no out of body ghost haunting stuff. Just dead. Consciously existing in nothing.

I don't know if that makes sense.

Actually that is another of mine. I haven't decided which is worse. Obviously I don't sleep much.