I am afraid of rats and mice. Just writing that sentence has made me shiver! I remember one time, dad found a mouse round by our garage. As a result, I didn’t go round to the garage for about a year and a half. *shiver*
I am also afraid of loneliness. I have always been a loner, and I am quite happy to do my own thing, on my own. Being alone, and being lonely, are two completely different things. I hate feeling lonely, it’s led to me quite some dark places in the past. I am afraid of reverting back to that horrible, lonely state. It is true, you can be surrounded by the people you love, and still be lonely. That makes me sad.