October 1, 2013
I want to stop being afraid. If it's going to happen, it will. If not, then it won't. It's that easy. This confusion is causing me to devote hours and hours of thinking, just staring at the ceiling or wall, trying to make out what all of this means. Usually my reverie ends with me telling myself: Stop thinking about it, which is such a stupid way to go about all of this, yeah? Because even if I know that what I shall do is let it be, I still go on and exhaust myself trying to understand this fear.