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I am afraid of not saying the right thing, or not looking cute enough.
I'm scared of the school work I have on my plate, and of how much food that I eat.
I'm afraid of people and the relationships I build and the way I act and the things I feel and the way I want to not know anyone.
I want to go back to your big bed with those hundreds of blankets and not know how much snow was outside from being too preoccupied with how nice it felt to just be, and hide, and listen to that wonderful music and see who could reach higher. I know you remember, and I lately can't seem to forget.
I am afraid of how I don't know how to tell someone how I've been for the past 7 weeks, and how it hasn't changed.
I'm afraid of how much I worry about things, and how I know I shouldn't.
Let's go or let go or go or nooooo this isn't getting my work done and it's not making me feel any better and I'm sorry for being such a butt and being like this.
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bear with me? I have no idea where I'm going. Or if I will ever be able to stop being afraid of it.
I'm scared and scared and scared. I'm scared of spring break. I'm scared of summer. I'm terrified of what will be after. So........
I feel like I'm wasting time. Probably because I am. I'm sorry sorry sorry