the weeks of delirous, oblivious happiness are over.

please, listen.
I don't feel superior. Don't say I am.
I miss you all.
Please ignore my grumpy mannerisms.
I don't want to ignore you guys anymore.
I'm scared.
Scared of being insulted.
Scared of being rejected.
I'm also scared of what's to come.
What if no one is left?
I don't feel independant anymore.
I feel more pressure.
I am in love,
though.
But goddamn, what happens when
that wears out?
Why can't I ever live in the present?
Why was he so 'happy for me!' when he found out about him?
What is so wrong with me?
Why are so many people making horrible assumptions?