It’ll Be Okay

I think I’ll be okay. I think the very fact that I’m constantly thinking about things and thinking about myself – aware and reflective – instead of acting rashly and passionately, outlines that. I haven’t jumped off the cliff yet, and no matter how much I whine, I don’t think I ever will. I’ll keep […]

I don’t think I can write/think anymore.

Rambling, racing self-realizations: I wish I could believe that my parents could love me no matter what. I’m afraid they’ll reject┬áme the moment I stop giving them reason to love me. I think that’s part of why I’m so afraid of failure – I mean, I’ve hit close to rock bottom – it’s not how […]