I am not scared of death but I am scared of life. The uncertainty scares me. Not knowing what going to happen terrifies me and I don’t think I can handle it. I hate that people are in control of my life. Like examiners who determines if I’m good enough to get good grades or employers who determines if I get the job or not. Just not knowing how I’ll end up petrifies me.
I won’t beg someone to love me. I learned long ago that there is no use in hopeless pleas of trying to make someone stay. I am too good to chase someone who does not know my worth and I am too wild to keep waiting for someone who doesn’t acknowledge my value. I want to be loved unconditionally. I shouldn’t have to fight so hard for it. I do not have the time to prove to someone that I am worth it. I shouldn’t have to prove any of that; I am worth more than that.