If we can't live together, we'll die alone

...All alone.

I have anxiety problems. Nothing major, I'm pretty sure, just this... thing.

Whenever I'm alone, almost anything is enough to paralyze me with fear if I stop too long to think about it. Every door has someone hiding behind it, every light is ready to flicker out and leave me in darkness.

I don't know why I'm so paranoid. It's not like I watch too many scary movies, although the ones I do see affect me pretty strongly. It feels like I'm living all tensed up for something really big and frightening to happen to me.

Yeah, I know, it's just my imagination, damn that overactive thing. I wish it were a bit nicer to me. For every nice, quiet, pleasant little daydream there are half a dozen dark and twisted fantasies. I don't know, it just feels so... real, sometimes. I have actually made myself cry more than once with the pictures my mind creates.

I guess I wish it would stop, but then... I don't know... I'd be an unoriginal, uncreative drone? At least if I'm nuts I know I could one day do something so nuts that BAM!, it's actually beautiful.

In the meantime, I'll try to relax.