and everytime i think that maybe things will get better, something happens and triggers that instinct within me, to bolt, run, escape, while i still can.
it's just difficult living with these insecurities. although i know that the logical leap is completely illogical, it still is difficult to ignore the possibility, no matter how slight. what if...? it's a scary thought. and i really don't want things to be like this. but i can't possibly keep running my whole life, can i?
well, i know that that's not what i want. at least i know that.
