i report to you having left the nuclear shelter for a brave new world
life looks good, my anxiety still sometimes harms my life and restricts me, but hey, i'm doing better, and the best thing ever - true, requited love -- with an oh-so-normal, and oh-so-lovely person - and in a way that makes me feel like it might really work out this time.
i don't have to be hyper-vigilant of betrayal. i just hope they can take my brainworms sometimes. i'd be worth it, i swear.