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.