wallow

My insecurities will be the end of me. They feed off of my fears and seem to breed in dark places. There is worry where there should be none. Or should I be worried.

My fears stem from the fact that I project myself and the way I would be in a situation (normally) and also from the fact that I am awaiting an unholy smackdown from karma. Which is the real reason why even when I am feeling happy there is always that fear that it would be ripped from me at any minute. I am Karma's bitch.

It would be just though, it would well deserved