Not about a boy.

I like beginnings more than endings. I find the promise of possibility comforting. I prefer happy thoughts to sad thoughts. I conquer stress with productivity. But right now I'm in limbo and I hate it. I can barely stand not knowing. To avoid being consumed by inconsequential thought, I become manic, attempting to crowd out feelings and emotions by attempting to obliterate my to-do list.

Worst of all, I've already talked myself into this situation, romanticized how things would be and now I live in constant fear of losing something I never had. The feeling of control has slipped away ever so quickly, my could be life sitting restlessly in the hands of another.

Please send the universe happy vibes on my behalf.