When I was 5 my sister pushed me in the pool. Even though I could swim, I acted like I couldn't. She got so Scared that she pooped herself.
I come from a very small, very religious town. My life is seriously that whole sob story. I've been bullied since I was 9: verbally, physically and sexually. Now, at 15, I've realized that I'm bisexual. I'm Scared to tell anyone because my mum is really religious, my dad's homophobic, my friends are close-minded and my school is Catholic (they kicked a girl out for being lesbian).
I'm Scared of belly buttons. They make me sick, I want to throw up when I see someone dig in their belly button.
Ever since I've seen that commercial for smoking and how it ages you prematurely I've been really worried about my ex. He calls himself a stoner and I want to tell him he shouldn't smoke but I feel like he won't want to talk to me anymore. I'm Scared that one day I'll hear that he died of smoking.