Godric: Of Falkes de Granvill

I feared myself, writes Godric. I noted in the margin that I never go away. I have feared the dark, but each morning light would come. I have feared the unknown, but every day I find something to know.
I fear myself, but tomorrow I will still be here. If only I had paid better attention in Pscyhology, I might know how to better put this. But, the self that is me, my past, my present, and even my future will never not be there. No matter that I want some of it to go away, or not happen, it inevitably must remain.
As I prepare to be a father, I find myself fearing me more than I've feared anything prior. What if I...? Or if I...? So much to think about. I am now responsible for guiding a new part of me. Will I be better?