Assignment 11 - Grace Bond

I am terrified that I am not terrified of anything. Wait, does that mean I’m terrified of something? Whatever. My biggest weakness can sometimes be that I never really care about anything. And it’s not all just a façade to look cool (I wish), but I genuinely do not get affected by the things that most people say. At some point this year there was a boy that might have gotten to me a bit but like all things that has ended. I’m scared that my inability to accept comments- good or bad- will cause me to be a “stone cold bitch,” as the kids say. Sometimes I want to be the girl that cries because her friend called her annoying or the girl that blushes when someone compliments her (let’s be real, my cheeks are always red). And yet here I am, going on with life forgetting anything that has been said about me. It’s a blessing and a curse, but I fear its negative qualities will show someday. I’m terrified I will always be the girl that doesn’t care, that you can’t really get to.