I ate brownies and watched documentaries about Columbine tonight and one talked about how fear has been instilled in America’s culture since the beginning of its time and that’s why weapons are such a big aspect of todays culture and therefore created a domino affect resulting in two boy’s massacre being possible. On my way home I kept thinking about the stuff I was afraid of. Before I knew it, I was playing past moments over in my head and I started putting two n two together and realizing that small changes that I notice can be an early sign of something I fear- losing. Anxiety is a nasty, nasty feeling that I’m all to familiar with and it always feels ten times worse at the thought of losing some things. You see, some things give me love I’ve never had before. I can’t help but to freak out at the thought of not having that anymore. At this point, it’s what I need. 

(You are some things).