NECROING THREADS LIKE A BAWSS
-Toilets. Not the ones at my house, but the ones at school or public places. I am scared to death that something will come out of the toilet and impale me through my woman parts. It ranges from snakes, a broken pipe, or even serial killers who hide in the sewers and wait for teenage girls to use public restrooms so he can brutally murder them.
- Darkness. I'm not scared that I think that there's anything in the dark that's going to get me; I just get this eerie feeling whenever it's dark.
- I am deathly afraid of bleeding too much. If I scratch at something and it bleeds longer than ten minutes, I will BSOD and silently pray that I won't bleed to death.
- Power tools. In seventh grade I made my wooden go cart completely out of the sander because I refused to go anywhere near the power saws.
- Mazes. Just...****ing...mazes.
- Having my hair touched. When I was younger a certain person would stroke my hair after he did things, and now whenever someone so much as grabs just a little bit, I either scream at the top of my lungs or curl into the fetal position and start bawling my eyes out.
- Adding on to that, being touched in general scares the hell out of me. Which is why the idea of having sex is repulsing to me and why I don't like kissing, getting/giving hugs, holding hands, cuddling, etc.
- Glass floors and walls. Dear God, if something like that ever broke. Jesus Christ, the thought scares me so damn much.
- Big ass trucks. Whenever I'm in a car that drives behind one or next to one, my heart jumps into my throat and pounds uncontrollably, my palms get all sweaty, and I'm usually on the verge of tears if we're next to one too long.
- The Easter Bunny and Santa Clause "helpers" at malls. My mom would force me to take pictures with them no matter how much I protested, so most of my pictures of me with them have me with red eyes and wet cheeks.