...That failure scares me. I fear very few things- so few that I can't even think of them- but failure... Damn. It's as if, well, I don't know- but whenever anyone (be they close friends or family) asks me if 'I'm okay,' I explode. A rush traves up my spine, this feeling of helplessness, of having someone above me. And if I fail at anything on my own, in private, that matters not to anyone but myself- I still feel downtrodden.