I don't know why I'm scared to be happy... That isn't something I should be feeling at nineteen. But at this point in my life every time I find something that makes me happy, something else tends to go wrong. Now, Don't get me wrong I'm still acting like a giddy 12 year-old girl, but I can't help but to worry like my 40 year-old self. It's weird. I know. I guess that, like with most things, only time will tell.
I really didn't intend to write such a downer post. I'll work on a happy and exciting one soon. Maybe
