i run away constantly from the things that make me happy.
because, if you don’t have it, you can’t lose it.
because, if you get far enough, it will never be able to hurt you.
because, if you don’t get out, it’ll be too late.
why am i so scared to trust people? why am i so scared of everything good?
because i really want to be happy, truly happy—but im getting in my way.
