Dear diary, my teen angst has a body count

With the word "angst" I think of that song. Teen angst.

Anyway, this is an assignment: angsty self-portrait . It has to show fear, but not portray the source of the fear.
I tried to do it again without the obvious "this flash light is in my hand", but my expression wasn't all that great. Compared to the one I made last year, this is already heaps better. Cliché and poorly executed, but better.

I think I'll have to do some other retries. For now, this is a good blip for this day ^_~