I am afraid. Not of situations, or people, or events, but of those things leading to the end. I have no fear of the future, only the fear that I'll not have one. No fear of what someone might say or do to me, but of where that person's words or actions may lead me. I'm not afraid of terrible moments in my life, only of what may come because of those moments. Any one of them may be enough to send me on my way out, so I do my best to avoid them all; and in doing so, I stop living, I only resemble life. I cease the one thing I am afraid to lose, all because I am afraid to lose it.

These moments, and lack of moments, make up my life, and they are not at all worth fighting for.