This shouldn’t be bothering me as much as it is. I shouldn’t be losing sleep over this. Isn’t there more to life than this? ABSOLUTELY. But that doesn’t mean I feel any differently. And that doesn’t mean that it’s any less important to me. I wish it wasn’t, but it really is. The longer I wait, the worse it gets. Especially lately. I can’t do this anymore. There’s only a matter of time before I spill. And I’m scared.