Every step that I took I was falling closer and closer to the earth below. Scary and exciting all at once. What would happen if I jumped? Would I fall into the snow covered mound? I can imagine that shivering delight in which I would rise towards the sky with. Smile as white as the falling flakes. This is my favorite memory. I was sinking but in…[Read more]
Anxiety. I know that it is expected of me because of my age. Ugh, I am not interested.. Do I have to? I hate this kind of pressure. I know that he will likely do most of the talking as I think about the book shop, or even better, the characters. I wish I could be left alone. I wish I could be left alone. What’s the point of dating?