My nerves have been unmanageable when I
think about revealing a certain message to the boyfriend. I believe I am
falling in love with him. Why would I be afraid to say this to him? I mean, I
could die tomorrow and he would hypothetically never know. Maybe his response
to the words scares me. This is, however, the elixir of life. Falling in love
is what makes it worthwhile to think of being 80 years old and not having stuck
a bullet in your head. Maybe I’m just not ready. Bullshit. I’m just scared.
Carpe diem, carpe diem, carpe diem.
Blerg.