I feel odd, but I am trying not to dwell on feeling odd. It might be that the rapid change of the past few months has finally caught up with me and I am processing it all. Part of me feels calm and grown up, and another part feels a growing sense of absolute terror. I am hoping this doesn’t last.
I am not really scared of any external thing, I am scared of feelings. I don’t like this heavy weight on my chest—I had gotten so used to not having it. It’s odd feeling so many feelings simultaneously. I feel odd. ♦