I worry that maybe eventually you won't like me.
That I'll disgust you.
That you'll resent me.
I haven't unpacked anything.
My room is a mess.
I hate myself for it.
I've felt so incapable lately.
So vulnerable.
I've never let anyone get this close before.
Never cried so hard in front of someone that means so much to me.
Sometimes I feel scared. Especially when I'm tired.
I hope it's all worth it in the end.
