Talking about going away scares me. How will I going to survive alone in a new land, new environment. Get married, they say. Like that'll solve the problems.
Everything scares me at this moment. This neck is beyond stiff, working under pressure. Keeping in mind what to do and what not to do.
Like, am I going to survive?
Heck, will I even get the chance to go again?
Everything scares me. The uncertainty scares me.
Like how I used to be ignored and hated it, but now all I wanna do is ignore people and loving it. Because you never know, alright.
My thoughts are so incoherent. I need to get it all out but nothing's coming out. These aren't even close.
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