Stare, Like I did before.

An introductory speech, in the form of confessions:

*Sometimes, I don't know if I believe in love

*Sometimes, I bite my nails

*Sometimes, I get carried away

*Sometimes, I hate people

*Sometimes, I love people

*Sometimes, I contradict myself

*Sometimes, I frown

*Sometimes, I let the world get the better of me

*Sometimes, I let music carry me away

*Sometimes, I would rather be sad, than happy

*Sometimes, I get speechless

But, all of the time I am afraid. Afraid of the future. Afraid of judgement. Afraid of silence. Afraid of letting myself fall in love. Afraid that I have let my self fall in love. Afraid that when I say goodbye it will be the last. Afraid that one day, the world will be too much to handle. Afraid of what hides in the dark, when I close my eyes. Afraid of the unknown. 

I'm afraid of sometimes.