From last week's rendezvous downtown.
I once again find myself at this weird stage of preparing myself to leave again just as I am settling back into my life at home.
I don't think I'll ever build something permanent anywhere. Even if I did, it'll be a while once that happens anyways.
I feel like there are larger expectations for me this time going back. I don't think I could pull off being a naive little girl entering the big world anymore because I'm not. If mistakes are going to be made, the repercussions will be on me and I doubt there will be a way to escape.
Just typing that out made me a little squeamish inside. What if I don't succeed? What if I just don't make it.
Swear to god, sometimes I think I'm way too insecure to even be alive. If it was a medical condition, I'd be terminally ill.
I can only pray and keep my fingers crossed that everything will work itself out. And if it doesn't, well, I've just gotta make the best out of it and move on, right?
"FIGHTER"