Last night I did something that I was really scared to do and it ended up working out exactly as I thought it would - badly. But you know what? In doing what I was so scared of I got over it. In the end things are mostly internal. It's not the love that we crave it's the struggle. Unrequited love is not fun but you know what is? Analysing the situation and imagining conversations and being angsty and self involved. We feel a little deeper and a little more tortured like a character in a novel or something. Everyone wants to be taken seriously and love sometimes seems to be the most serious thing of all. But in confessing, in fulfilling the things we were so scared of we learn something. We learn that there are more important things in live then faint possibilities and that once something is out in the open it's different. Once that internal monologue goes external suddenly it seems lighter and simpler and easier to get over.
And so you do.
And even when things should seem darker they seem a little lighter.
Caitlin Kennific was raised in the "poorest" area of one of the wealthiest cities in north america where she was fed a steady diet of fact and fiction the lines of where one began and the other ended slightly blurred She loves run on sentances and has always wondered why author descriptions are written as if post mortem this does not stop her from doing the same.