One of my many flaws? Extreme Paranoia. Ask any of my friends. Yes, I'm working on it, but it's harder to cure than you think! I credit that to my extreme imagination. An example....
Since I am one of the few people in my group of friends that has a license and parents that let me drive around a mini van, my ghetto mobile normally turns into the party car. I'm fine with this and kind of love it. A lot of adventures take place in that red mini van. Well these adventures normally end late at night around curfew so I take my friends to their own houses and drive home. Driving around at alone at 11pm scares me. Really it FREAKS ME OUT! Every few minutes I check the mirror to make sure a crazy serial killer isn't rising from the back seat to take me out before I reach my destination. No amount of reason, prayer, or music can drown out my rising nerves as I speed through Artemina trying to beat the life-like shadows home. Each night ends with me slamming the door and running for dear life into the house. I haven't been attacked yet, but I know it's only a matter of time....
Yeah, paranoia. Suggestions? And I really do love to drive. :)
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