I should be concentrating. Not happening.
I shouldn't be writing this. I don't care.
But I'll finish what I've started. Because I can't go back.
I'm scared. Scared of what I'd say and how I'd feel afterwards. Afraid of a friendship that means so much in danger. Horrified of how to go about things. Fearful of the consequences, frightened of the result.
It's like being scared of the dark. Not knowing what's around. Clumsily looking for something sturdy. Avoiding things that could strike fear in any way.
Or maybe it's like being scared of death. Not knowing what is going to happen. Having no proven idea of how things work out. Things can go straight to heaven, or straight to hell. It's all how you went about something. In death's case, it's life.
But this is only a part of life. So what are the consequences? Are they worth it? Or can I do something to save a friendship I hold close.
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