• cause it’s all in my head, maybe

    by  • March 12, 2018 • * Safe for Work *, Confusion • 0 Comments

    the thing is, i’m made of fear and dreams. that’s really all i am. maybe it’s a gross oversimplification, but at my essence, you’d find fear and dreams.

    i’m terrified. i’m terrified of how this could go. i’m terrified of losing your friendship. i’m terrified of everything, all the time, and i’m just really good at masking it, but sometimes it leaks out & i slept for five hours (four?) because my body was still on edge. i think i want this. i think i do but i don’t know if it’s worth losing you. i don’t want you to hurt. i don’t want to hurt. i don’t know. i don’t know, and i’ve always been a planner. it’s why college scares me, because i don’t have a fucking routine.

    i have an uncontrollable urge to stare my fears in the face.

    (this is the second time i’ve liked a gryffindor. i’m not sure how to feel about that.)

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