Ruminations of an Afterlife

I don't like admitting fears. I don't know if it's because I unused to having such terrible fears, or if I actually have issues with appearing weak, but whatever the case may be, I don't like doing it.

I'm afraid of the dark.

I am six foot five, once again indestructible, quite burly thanks, and I'm afraid of the fucking dark.

And I died again. I'm dead again. I was tortured mercilessly and I look like nothing happened, and then I died to save my heart and my soul, and you wouldn't know to look at me. Unless you turned the light off and happened to hear my girlish squeal. Thing is, I'm not exactly happy when people turn lights on either, thanks to what Amaris did to me with her...electricity...euugghhh-

In summary? I'm pretty fucked up right now. I really am. But I probably won't act like it. I just can't handle that.