A fear, you ask?

To be frank with you, I'm afraid of almost everything.

And I don't mean I'm afraid of cello-phane and all that, I mean ... I'm just afraid.

I'm so scared sometimes that I internally torture myself into believing that my best friend will realise that I'm not 'all that'.

I'm terrified because she's so ... better than me at basically everything. Except writing.

Even then, if she put her mind to it - she'd probably ace it.

And I know, she's my best friend and I can honestly say that I love her more than anything in the world (and I'm not just saying that) and I trust her with my life (although I could never tell her).

I think that some people just have it all, and I've come to terms with that.

My best friend is the sort of girl that everyone loves - even the people that hate everything. She's happy and gracious and thoughtful and funny and gorgeous and has an amazing body - but when she's upset, she only confides in me, and that soothes my thoughts a bit.

Because she trusts me.

And I know I've just rambled on and bored you about the antics of my best friend; but I'm not sorry.

Because I was asked what I feared the most.

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