there's no love in fear
I had a long post written up about this, detailling my thoughts and fears, but I've pared it down because nobody likes reading long and repetitive entries. My ramblings can be a little garrulous sometimes. But basically, here's the deal:
Eric wrote some very sweet things about me and alluded to, well...."probably guessed what I'm trying to say by now" I feel special, but also confused and unsure.
He thought I'd be freaked out, but I'm not at all; honesty never bothers me. I really don't know what to do though. I'm afraid of losing my best (and often only) friend due to my own mental incompetence.
I feel like whatever choice I make will be the wrong one...I need to sort out and examine my feelings, but am afraid to. All shit I get called crazy/fearless for, and it's emotions that have the power to cripple me with fear. Go figure.
Eric wrote some very sweet things about me and alluded to, well...."probably guessed what I'm trying to say by now" I feel special, but also confused and unsure.
He thought I'd be freaked out, but I'm not at all; honesty never bothers me. I really don't know what to do though. I'm afraid of losing my best (and often only) friend due to my own mental incompetence.
I feel like whatever choice I make will be the wrong one...I need to sort out and examine my feelings, but am afraid to. All shit I get called crazy/fearless for, and it's emotions that have the power to cripple me with fear. Go figure.