Shh. .lemme talk.
I’m so fucking scared of life and how mine is going to turn out, but at the same time, I’m opened. Opened about everything. Opened to everything. I always try new things just to know I tried it. This way I feel as though I won’t regret it. That is, unless the thing I choose to do turns into a regret. That’s when my mind gets stuck. I get confused and begin to question everything I do and if it is the right thing for myself to be doing. I go through this phase in my head many times. Where I doubt things going on around me and start to form a different mind set and opinion about everything I plan on doing and have done. Why? Why do I just all of a sudden question myself out of no where? Fear. Fear is always in the back of my head but it’s not always my main focus. The good thing about me questioning are the answers. When I question myself I also tend to find answers. Right now I am thinking about not what I am doing for myself, but for other people. Trying to find these answers. Which takes me back to being afraid. Fear is some bitch.
I miss my Mrs. Savage.
Satia!!! Come back to me!!
