The next day, I decided to go to work, without fear. I decided to leave it on the way to the train. I took the train ride with company in the form of hope and desire. I hoped that through my desire for a fun, full life I would be able to find the strength to better it, no matter how tired or frustrated I will become. Fear will no longer sleep with me; no longer will I give her my company. I’ve always thought that fear, fate and death were all women. They have to be. They are precise, detailed, and provide swift judgment upon those whom they encounter. However, fear is the most sadistic. She enjoys preying upon those who are weak and downtrodden. She cannot withstand the temptation. It’s like blood in the water to her and she’s the shark. She needs to dominate, strange trait for a woman. She comes in different forms and is extremely crafty. But she needs to get the hell out of my bed and out of my life. I don’t want to date her or keep her company anymore, only model-ish women. Goodbye and good riddance.