I’ve been avoiding posting, for a while. These last couple weeks have been anxiety-ridden, and I simply haven’t felt much like writing about it. My medication has been pretty much all that’s held me from vibrating to pieces.
The days have been shaky & full of equal parts joyous anticipation – and wary dread.
The nights have been riddled with insomnia & over analyzation.
The tension hasn’t ended; in fact, it’s still growing, because the time is drawing near for E to arrive.
And I’m not completely sure how I am going to handle it.
What if he’s disappointed? What if, after all this time… it’s not everything he wanted? What if I’m not everything he’s built me up to be?
What if I fall off the pedestal he’s put me on?
Please…Goddess…let him love me for who I really am.
2 years of talking.
Please don’t let this be in vain.
Don’t break my heart -again.
Please.
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