If You Knew the Real Me

If you knew me, you’d know that I fear many things. You’d know that I hate the sight of my own blood, but it also fascinates me. Clowns make me cry for no reason. You’d know that the summer before sixth grade I went to camp and went on the zip line to try and overcome my fear of heights. If you knew me, you’d know that all my fears have a reason behind them. And if you truly knew me, you’d know those reasons.