I'm getting some things off my chest. ..
First, and foremost, if I was to send a letter in to Post Secret,
it would be about my fear of being alone and not choosing to be so.
Secret's out. I'm not antisocial in the least.
I miss the trees and lakes and mountains that are upstate
far more than I lead on. Concrete and asphalt aren't very magical.
I'm almost afraid of what else COULD happen this spring,
because terrible things have already come and gone.
But this year, I know I'll get past it.
Lately I've noticed I'm far more neurotic than I ever realized.
It will take maybe more courage than I currently possess for me
to actually move away from home, away from all of new york,
and start life somewhere else. I wonder when and how I'll do it.
I want to believe in love, but I don't think it wants to believe in me.
If I find someone to replace you,
does that mean that you'll really be gone forever?
I don't know if I want to risk it.
I'm not as strong as everyone thinks I am.
When I look back, I know I was much more spontaneous.
I could go anywhere and do anything without thinking.
I want that back.
When did everything in life start feeling like a dream
I was never to wake up from?
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