#confront it

Sam was buzzed, well no. Sam was drunk, but for the first time in a long time the good kind of drunk. The enbravened drunk that pushed you to do stupid things. Things you’d been to stubborn to do sober. He landed at her door with a little wobble, taking a moment to find his balance before knocking loudly on her door. “Bailey! Bailey open up.” 

@baileyfielding

But of course, you're a BG3 stan. No wonder you're whining about a game that doesn't believe non-white people are all evil and should burn in hell. Bet it makes you shit your pants every time there's a woman in authority in DATV that isn't an evil bitch because that's how you view the world huh?

I'm not as terrified for my own demise. I'm terrified of my loved ones passing away. I'm afraid of laying flowers on their caskets. I'm afraid of attending their funerals.

I've been thinking a lot about this lately because my grandmother was diagnosed with lung cancer...and it's already in the advanced stage. There are lumps forming on her lungs. Water has already entered her lungs. I'm afraid.

And it didn't help that today, we attended my father's cousin's funeral. He was working in Saudi Arabia and got into a really horrible accident. He died about a month ago. He was only sent back to the Philippines last Monday. The family said that his body was chopped up when he arrived.........

Crazy....

I'm afraid of heights.

Well, not as much as I was back then, but there's still a slight fear instilled in my guts.

I remember something someone said to me back then: "Are you sure you're afraid of heights? Or are you just afraid of falling?"

Freaking creepy weirdo, whoever that was.

But then I thought about it...he/she might be right, actually.

I don't know, though...if it's heights or falling.