That last post? Complete opposite.

The more I try to hold things in, the more they build up, and then they explode.
Nothing is WORSE than talking to a boyfriend about the future who hates the future. I keep trying to keep my mouth shut and not talk about it, but I like thinking about it. I like knowing that I'll always have a place to land, no matter what. My worst fear is that I'll be wrong and end up falling flat on my face.
The worst part? I think it's already happened.
♥S