LIFE

Living in fear of everything, isn’t living at all.

I didn’t expect to ever really realize this. My life is starting to pick up a weird momentum that I cant really explain.
I don’t know if I like it at all. In fact, sometimes it makes me sick to my stomach.

Going out, meeting new people, seeing and doing new things.
It’s all very overwhelming, and it’s almost all at once.
But no one’s pushing me, or forcing me to do this, I chose for myself.
Strange…

Maybe some dire part of me has had enough with what’s comfortable.
And wants more of what I really love. Excitement. Thrills. All that shit.

I’ve done more in 3 days than I have all year.
Is this a sign of lasting change? or just a passing coincidence?

I feel like a wound up thread, hastily being unraveled over and over till I’m stretched out and frayed.