aesthetically destructive

i have recently gotten used to the fact that i worry about everything . but i'm afraid to tell anyone because of how they will react . i know i've caused a lot of trouble for people in the last sixteen years of my existence, and i don't want to cause any more . i know that there are a lot of things that are wrong with me, and that i'm not like anybody else, and that scares me . but i'm used to it by now . being scared of who i am is just a part of me . i don't know what to do with myself half the time, and when i finally get a clue as to what i should do, it only leads to trouble . agh . i don't know anymore . i really don't . i''ve learned to accept all the shit that's happening to me, but i don't know how long that will last .