1,000,003

Idk how to start this, yet finish this or title this or even organize my thoughts into a formal paragraph and type away and let my fingers bite letters that I myself am afraid of typing. So I guess that's it, fear. Fear to be. Fear of living. Fear of death. Fear of dunking my Oreo cookies too deep into the milk until it falls into a pool of black crumbles that blend into a surprise. Too many fears that I have. Does that make me a courageous coward? Or does that just make me bold enough to type about myself? Who knows... this will probably go good or bad. The sum of all fears is a million and three.