I am terrified of flying, this time it's the worst it's ever been, it's so bad that I do not want to go on holiday this year, but my boyfriend demands we go. I don't even know how i managed to go on holiday in the last few years but I did. But ever since MH17 and stuff i am so scared. I was obsessed with researching the disaster and I've seen too much. I know its not rational and car risks are much bigger bla bla.
I hate that feeling when I'm on holiday and having a blast, but knowing in the back of my mind we have yet to make it back home.
I hate turbulence. I hate that cracking sound of all the plastic seats and the ceilings.
I hate it when people run up and down, stumping to the toilet all jolly. Thinking please sit still! Because I have this fear of the floor below me collapsing anyways, especially floor levels. It's the same in a plane.
I just want everyone to sit and shut up, but that's never the case and It all becomes too much for me. As we land safely i always start crying from relief.
I would never set foot in a low budget flight.