of bears and baby dolls - Cas Young

Fears: dolls, rejection, embarrassment

Annoyances: my sisters, family dinners, dirty sheets, sweaters

Accomplishments: platinum achievement, becoming a legacy

Confusions: sexuality?, style, impressions

Sorrows: Lexi, uncle matt

Dreams: france, korea, the world

Idiosyncrasies: skincare, penguins, smells

Risks: 

Beloved Possessions, Now and Then: Big Bee, Bunny, CDs, beatles, varuo

Problems: hair, sneakers, candles, MY WASHER JUST BROKE IN THE MIDDLE OF ME WRITING THIS BYE IM OUT IM LEAVING IM D O N E

Once, in a small forest on the other side of a large mountain, there was a bear who never left his cave. He was born in this cave, he was raised in this cave, and when his momma and poppa bear told him they were retiring to the other side of the mountain, the cave became his very own home. The bear was never very good at making friends- most of that was because he was too afraid they wouldn't like him. He was afraid the Bears for the Protection of Bees Association wouldn't accept his application because he had lived alone in his cave for so long. He was afraid of trying to say hello to another bear would end up as a scary roar rather than a friendly growl, so he decided to never leave his cozy little hole on the side of a hill.

One day, while he was sleeping, he heard a funny noise coming from the mouth of his cozy cave. He awoke, startled, and slowly crept to the opening only to find a little girl hiding her face in her hands and crying. 

"What's wrong?" he asked her, in his strange bear speak.

The little girl didn't seem startled at all by the bear, she actually seemed rather glad she wasn't alone. She replied, "My little sister is perhaps the meanest person I know."

The bear tilted his head, confused, and the little girl filled in the missing spaces in her story.

"She knows that I'm afraid of her baby dolls, but she hid them all around my room. I ran here because she can't hide any in here."

The bear chucked deep in his chest, and the girl asked why he was laughing.

"That's funny," the bear said, "what a peculiar thing to be afraid of."

The little girl shrugged, extending her legs in front of her and leaning back against the stone wall. "I can't help it, really. What are you afraid of?"
The bear began telling her the story and didn't leave out any details. He told her about the Bears for the Protection of Bees Association and about how he wanted to talk to his neighbors but was too afraid they would be inconvenienced. And the little girl couldn't help but laugh.

"I guess we all have silly things we're afraid of."