Thoughts I Can’t Allow Myself to Think Of, But I Still Do

It’s a crazy ride. 

Crazy in the sense that it’s fun, crazy in the sense that it’s quite exhausting. 

Everything just started and I’m feeling beat-up. I’m feeling scared.

I’m scared of the countless possibilities ahead of me, regardless of their nature or intent. 

I’m stable (or maybe I just convince myself that I am) but a lot of things have been making me uneasy.