I never had to choose my subject- my subject rather chose me - Grae Chambers

Fears: EVERYTHING. No but really, spiders, losing loved ones, drowning, suffocating, people hating me, being alone (specifically dying alone), the future, failure. Those are the biggies.
Annoyances: Popping knuckles, bragging, extreme ignorance
Accomplishments: I've managed to make what I consider good grades, I've avoided any major trouble, oh and my nap today was only 2 hours instead of 4!!
Confusions: Why doesn't math automatically click for me? How do people whistle? And most importantly why do my thumbs look like tree stumps?
Sorrows: My unathleticism, inability to breathe correctly, smile
Dreams: write a book, become a doctor, own a bunch of dogs, travel, get married
Idiosyncrasies: I talk with my hands way too much, I get obsessed with things really easily,
Risks: procrastinating homework almost every night, riding roller coasters, public speaking
Beloved possessions: Then- stuffed caterpillar, american girl dolls, VHS tapes ( i don't know, I used them as building blocks). Now- My dogs ( although I consider them more family members than possessions) , phone, old pictures, charm bracelet.
Problems: lol how much time do you have

I'm going to elaborate on my fear of failure. It's the quality that I fear will hold me back most in my life. I have been a cautious person for as long as I can remember When learning to walk, I was increasingly stubborn. I wouldn't even attempt to take a step until I was absolutely certain that I would not fall. I've carried this belief with me that I would rather not try at all, then try and fail. I resent this outlook on life, but it is mine. I've tried so hard to change it, but I've been known to let my fear control me. I've done swimming since I was 5 years old. I should probably be pretty good after 11 years of practicing right? wrong. When I was younger, I discovered that I wasn't automatically the best, swimming made me out of breath, so I assumed I was just bad. I didn't understand that I would have to try twice as hard as everyone else to get my lungs to cooperate with being forced under water. For the rest of my swimming career, and I use the word career pretty ironically here, I haven't tried hard  at all. I rarely practice and at meets I only attempt to do the easy events. I put myself in a little box and assume that if I'm not automatically good, I shouldn't try, because it saves the pain and embarrassment. I am not ignorant, I know that improvement only comes through hard work, but I tend to only try and improve myself in things I have the innate ability for. Here's a brief list of the things I tried to do for about an hour before giving up: Skiing, math, gymnastics, swimming, knitting, dancing, singing. It's out of character for me to be sitting here actually trying to write this semi- decently. In third grade, I decided that writing was going to be my thing. I loved reading, and had a knack for telling stories. I always walked around with a story inside my head. As I progressed in school, I continued to try and improve my writing, until freshman year. Every school subject was harder, and I put english on the back burner. My essays were worse than they ever had been. My english teacher was uninterested in me and my writing, so I gave up. I decided that I would settle with average, I could settle for B's. For the past two years I've been trying to return to my love of writing, but it's been hard. I still fear that even though i'm putting myself out there and trying really hard its going to come back to bite me.