Alone.

I'm quite scared.
I feel as if I'll disappoint every potential man who's interested in being the other pea in the pod.
I feel as if I'm not very likable; probably because I don't know who I am; making me potentially dangerous in some aspects.
I fear that I will never be loved. I fear that I will never be loved whilst I love in the dark recesses of my mind. Oh how utterly dramatic.

It's scary though. The idea of being alone in a world of billions. Being an island when you can be whole continent. It a scary thought. That word.

Alone.

Scary indeed.

A fate I fear is what is destined to me.