I...
I don't know what to type, it's just a big mess in my head right now.
I'm not drunk but I kinda feel like it, like I've eaten something funny and inhaled copious amounts of tobacco while on sleep pills that just won't work.
The truth is...
I'm scared.
I'm terrified, actually.
What if I f*ck things up?
I'm shaking like an epileptic leaf in a thundercloud.
I... I finally met someone new, someone wonderful with a lot of humor, who knows how to laugh without having to lie, someone who can't cook, who's smile knocks me out of my shoes, someone who likes to play really freaking scary video games but still holds on to me when thunder roars, someone who drains my cell phone money in a day but makes it look good, who doesn't wrinkle her nose as often as you would do, someone who doesn't use guilt as a weapon, someone who might just like me for what I am.
For who I am.
And all that I can think of is that I might fuck it up.
"For f*ck's sake, it's been a year".
And yeah, it's really been a year in just a few days. I haven't been kissed by love in a year. I have not felt beloved in a year. I have never laughed so hard with someone else while frying something as simple as meatballs ever before. I've never
not been forced to watch the same old cheesy chick flicks over and over again before.
Thank you. (keep me..! (I can cook!))
I can't breath, I need another cigarette...
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