Aww, come on

Effin’  crap. Wide awake. Of course, with that comes those deep, only meant for the darkness feelings and worries you cast away in daylight.

I don’t know what’s going on with Eric and me.  I’ve learned I have control issues, and that part of me wants to label it. Holding myself back by not doing so is hard; I’m letting myself loose in uncharted territory. The only thing I know for sure is that it’s worth it, regardless of a label. I sound like a teenager, but he calls me babe and I feel warm and fuzzy. I probably want the ultimate most out of this, and I’m already all in for that, but my insecurities keep sticking a tongue out at me.

Trust is so hard when you’re letting go of your heart to someone. But it feels like the right thing to do. I’m giving myself up to emotion, and it scares me to death.

Spread your wings, take a leap and go, little girl. But what if I fall?

Oh, but what if I fly?

editing to add… a woman from residential is blowing up my phone looking for a place to stay and money, and I called antionette at gateway and reaffirmed that this situation isn’t one to be handled with niceness, but with protection for my own shit. And I have plenty of shit myself.