I’m actually starting to get scared that I will never find someone that makes me happy and I make happy. I’m scared that no one wants to be with me as much as I want to be with them. I’m only twenty-one but all of my close friends have their penguins or a getting married and I’m scared I don’t have a penguin. I’m scared I drink too much. I’m scared I smoke too much. I’m scared I have bigger problems then my antidepressants can handle. I need to be held right now as I sink into a massive unneeded panic attack.
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