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Belgian Chocolate?
Monday, March 15, 2010

Mae Bues: you haven't updated yours
Mae Bues: WHY
Nik Foxy: cause I've been busy
Nik Foxy: idek what to post about
Nik Foxy: like, my fear of going anywhere with Matt.
Nik Foxy: or like, my anxiety
Nik Foxy: lack of drive for school
Mae Bues: all of the above?


Ah, hell if I know. Life's just floating by. I want to do so many things. I want to practice guitar. I want to not be afraid anymore. I want to be able to focus without high doses of caffeine.
I suppose the first two go hand-hand-in-hand. My anxiety is one in the same with my fear and Matt. I mean, I like the kid, don't get me wrong. And this is the first relationship I'm going about the right way. But I am drop-dead terrified of all of it. Not scared-of-commitment fear. I can't even place it. But every time I think of going somewhere with him, what the future may or may not hold, this sickening fear seeps through me. And I hate it! I hate it. Because I like him so much, and I don't want this to get in the way anymore. We've been in constant communication for a month. And I'm so happy now. He gives me incentive to do well. But I'm still so afraid. I don't understand it.

I don't want to be lost anymore.


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