Scardness
You know what? My fingers are shaking just by opening this post. I know I will start writing this, sit down for a moment just thinking about what I really want to write, and then go up for a sandwich, a hot dog, a sugerdrifting batter made of cacao and oatmeal. Why? Because I just can't make myself face reality. Coz it's easier to just eat as much candy I pass out in anxiety attacks. Coz I'm scared as hell.
And I have no face on my fear.
