Every goodbye might even mean a goodbye for real.
Fuck insecurities. I fucking hate you.
I need a breakaway. Maybe?
It's okay. It's fine. Cheer up, dear self!
Thinking too much & this is bad.
What if one day you just go missing? Where am I supposed to find my happy & comfort zone?
I'm scared. Even being friends, I am scared. Because at some point of time, you actually made me smile.
I'm not prepared. Not gonna have you so that I won't have to lose you.
I would go back to you anytime.