"I'm sorry. But the truth is, I'm frightened."
"Of what?"
"Of myself. Do you know how terrifying it is to be unsure of what you're going to do next? For your mind to be at the mercy of your body, instead of the other way around? And then to see the look on people's faces when they notice something's wrong with you?"
"No. No, I don't."
"And it's never fully gone. Maybe I'm not always on the brink of hysteria, but there's the headaches and the nausea and the lethargy... I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I've frightened you. I'll quit talking about it."
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It's things like this that make me scared for my novel. You always have such awesome ideas and charectors. And I don't.
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