I'm scared. I'm scared of time moving too fast, for memories starting to fade. I'm scared for getting older, for being on my own. I'm scared that you'll leave me. I'm scared to think ahead, to think about this time, next year, how everything could be exactly the same or so different; to think that this time next year you could no longer be part of my life. I'm scared to lose people that are close to me. I'm scared that everyone I love will leave me. I'm scared for this year and every year after. i'm scared that I'll fuck up. I'm scared I'll disappoint people I love. I'm just ... scared.