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Secret no.2:
What I’m afraid of most in the world is not becoming anything. Of sort of waking up one day, and discovering that I’m bored of myself, the world, and powerless to do anything about it.
Oh, and sharks. I’d probably rather host a slumber party for Freddy Krueger, Jigsaw and that girl from the grudge than swim in the vicinity of a great white shark. *shudder*
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Paedophobia.
a fear of children; a fear of dolls or children’s toys.
This is old. I haven’t worked with collages for a while.
Secret no.1:
I secretly want to smoke, because I’m thoroughly convinced that this would happen if I did. There I’d stand, with an unlitten cigarette dangling from my fingers, my eyes drifting aimlessly, when this horde of well dressed men would suddenly appear out of nowhere, furiously clicking their lighters in my face.
My hair would probably catch on fire. They’d probably actually be some sort of uber-religious group looking to exterminate girls with a tad too much mascara. BURN WITCH BURN!!!
I’m never going to smoke. Ever.
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