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I (female, 32 years old) am afraid of the dark. I'm scared of ghosts, monsters, aliens, burglars.
When my boyfriend's not home I sleep with a night light.
I confess that I totally act like a wimp.
I am gay, but to hide it from my reactionary family, I always got an alibi girlfriend.
I am a Christian I go to church but on the side I am gay and I'm afraid to tell my pastor
I have to confess something that (for me) is very embarrassing and horrible and bad.
I am so afraid of black people at night. I don't know why, I don't know when it started. When I'm out at night and I see a black person, I almost freak and pass out. It's horrible.
The worst part about it you ask? I am a black person myself.
when I was in primary school I had a group of friends that I thought were my friends and didn't really fit in. when they would do something I would always get blamed or somedays they wouldn't even talk to me or look at me. I took the fall for them a lot and my mom keeps on telling me that I need to stick up for myself but when I do I let my anger get the best of me and I lose friends. it happens as well even though I'm in secondary school and most days my friend's don't talk to me or they are talking about me but I feel like I can't trust anyone and I am scared that when I am older ill be as alone as I am right now
I wish I didn't think so much about killing myself. I am not depressed or anything(from what I know)... I just do it. I am scared that I will kill myself in the future.
I know my wife is having an affair and I'm too cowardly, and afraid to lose her, to call her out on it and divorce her.
She is screwing her own cousin's husband.
I have come home early from work and walked in on them, without them knowing I was there, five times in the past three months.
As I kid I thought you impregnant a woman when you marry her. I was totally afraid of getting married or attending to a wedding party. One time, I was around 11, my aunt married and at her party, she sat on a chair and the people carried her around and I was just so terrified that they would hurt her and her new baby. I ran to the dance floor, screaming and shouting that they should stop because they would kill the baby.
It was so embarrassing. Everyone was laughing at me.
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