I haven’t been on here in a while but I’m thankful it’s still around to let me pour my feels into one semi-anonymous post. Mostly because not that many of my friends follow me on here. Lots of things have happened since the last time I have been on here and actually reflecting and writing about them might help me calm my nerves. Basically going to make this on giant sub-tweet in some ironic attempt to seem more mature. I don’t know, just seems suitable.
It’s normal to feel scared and anxious about your future, but what happens when you’re so scared that you’ve made the wrong decision and that if you don’t speak up now you might have it much worse later on? Love makes you do silly, silly things and I always think about what I would say to myself if I separated my emotions from the situation. I would not say nice things.
At what point do you justify sacrificing your own values for the people that you love? Is that a valid thought at all? Again, I don’t know.
I’m scared that I am going to be like everyone else and experience all the hurtful things I need to experience to become a better person. I’m scared because I know I will and it’s inevitable.
Timing is a bitch, I think.
I just want to know that I am doing the right thing and not letting my dignity and self respect take all these fucking sucker punches.