
Something has been on my mind for way too damn long. I don’t know if I’m ready to say anything. I just feel like it needs to happen soon because now I’m losing sleep over it. I’m just so afraid of bringing it up, but then I know that’s the only way I could ever stop thinking about it. My mind is so curious and I honestly wish I didn’t feel the need to know about such things, but it’s killing me just not knowing. My imagination ends up taking me to places I really don’t want to be. But then again. So could the truth. Although, I’d rather it be that than what my mind can conjure up.