I thought I didn’t need this blog anymore, but whatever.

I am TERRIFIED.

I am terrified of trying to work things out.

I am terrified that things won’t work out.

I am terrified of having you in my life.

I am terrified of not having you in my life.

I am terrified of hurting T even more by trying to work things out.

I am terrified of not liking you.

I am terrified of you not liking me.

I am terrified of who I will become if I’m friends with you.

I am terrified I won’t stand up to you.

I am terrified I will never be happy around you.

I am terrified that our friendship will make me depressed again.

I am terrified that you will take over my life again, and I won’t have any other love to share with others.

I am terrified that I will never forgive you.

I am terrified that you will never forgive me.

I am terrified that things will be awkward.

I am terrified that you will never be who I want you to be.

I am terrified that I will never be who you want me to be.

I am terrified that you will be disappointed in me.

I am terrified that you will make me feel like shit.

I am terrified that you will treat me like shit.

I am terrified that you don’t care. That you won’t care. That you never cared.

I am terrified of losing you twice.

I am terrified of things never working out.

I am terrified. Of YOU.