I'm not afraid of being with you.
I'm scared of feeling alone once you're gone.

I'm beginning to think I should jump head first again. Maybe if I do it over and over again, it'll stop hurting so much. Yet, nothing is biting right now. Perhaps, it was just that moment, when I was confident in myself for no good reason, it radiated out from me, luring to me individuals I wouldn't ever think to be interested in me. And like that they're gone. Effervescent like the euphoria of that moment, high and naked and alive. Memories of him, his face, grows grotesque. I still like him in my way. Where to go now. I have to move on.