Sorting through the confusion

There are a lot of things in life that scare me.
I'm scared of making mistakes; of forgetting my past and also remembering it.
I'm scared that I won't make it through, that I'll fail.
I'm scared of staying in one place for too long, but also scared of running.
I'm scared of taking things for granted.
I'm scared of the fact that he doesn't treat me like dirt, simply because I'm not used to it.
I'm scared that I can't seem to keep my mind on track.
I'm scared that I'll lose my appreciation for music, the reason for my sanity.

Every single one of these fears... I love them.

In my free time, I look up adoptable pets on the Humane Society's website.
I cry when I'm stressed or confused because it comforts me.
I like to stand in front of the mirror while doing random things, like eating cereal.
I giggle uncontrollably at things nobody else finds funny.
I can't wink, so i don't try.
I like to narrate the actions of animals, except squirrels because they don't seem to appreciate it.
I use phrases like "sad pants" and "lame sauce."
I train dogs because I trust them.
Getting rid of a life long plan gave me a new sense of freedom that I'm still trying to control.
I'm the sap who loves walking down the beach or sitting by the river at night.
I love awkward moments.
David Cook's voice makes me melt.
I love playing on playgrounds because I love acting like a child.
I love hugs.

These are the kinds of things that run through my mind.