Love has a reason, there's a meaning to the world when given love...
I can't tell whether I'm calm or stressed right now. If I'm calm I think I should be more stressed. There's too much going on. I've been thinking about it all so much, though. I think my brain is forcing me to stop thinking and analysing. Especially when it comes to Mike. Things are going great, but I am really going to fuck things up if I don't calm down. Why am I such a bitch sometimes? And why does he think I'm perfect? I don't understand it at all. I'm scared of what I'm becoming. I don't think I like it. I feel like he is way too good for me, and he is going to realize that very soon. I've talked to him about this. He just keeps reassuring me that he loves me, but that actually just makes me feel bad again. I need to stop. I don't know why I'm being so crazy. Maybe it's all the changes or something. Who knows? I should call him.
"Sometimes our only way is jumping, I hope you're not afraid of heights."
"Sometimes our only way is jumping, I hope you're not afraid of heights."