81.5 - A God, Confessing

Lin

You know what I'm scared of?

I'm scared of never being able to cook again, never being able to go out again, never being able to eat in peace again.

How can I be happy when I'm so fearful?

I'm scared that uni may never be a possibility, that I may not even be able to hold down a job, let alone the careers I want, that I may very well die alone, and that the day I die may be very soon.

But do you know what I'm most afraid of?

Proving the voldys right. 

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