I’m scared of my future.

It’s something that’s unknown, and something we have to experience ourselves.

But I don’t want to experience it.

I’m scared of it.

I don’t know what might come.

I don’t know what my future will hold.

The unknown things beyond is what scares me.

To others, the unknown seems exciting, limitless possibilities that you can venture in and find.

But to me, the unknown is terrifying.

It’s scary.

I don’t know what to do with myself.

I should just put up with it, but I’m scared.

I’m so scared that I might cry.

Whenever I think of my future, it morphs into this huge shadow that seems to have the desire to eat me whole.