Yes.
I’m scared of pot/weed. I wouldn't want to go to Netherlands.
I’m scared of freeways. I hate worrying about the other cars.
I’m scared of being alone outside. I don’t want to deal with people.
I’m scared of getting lost. I hate uncertainties.
I’m scared of suicide. The more I read and contemplate, the more I want to prolong my misery.
I’m scared of drugs. I’m scared to drive. I’m scared of death so soon.
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