It takes enormous efforts not to just give in into all the mental illness I hold in my head. I’m trying to figure out the real me, but maybe the real me is just really sad and paranoid?
I want to meet someone new and be giddy all over again. I’m always going to care for him, and I know that each and every time, I’ll fall for him when he wants me…. But if I could just move on….
If I moved on, he may not want me anymore. What a terrifying idea.