The Truth.

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?

all photos from Ffffound