I’m afraid of the future, but I also look forward to it. I keep dreaming about a time where I’m feeling happy, serene, and in love. I fantasize about the future all the time. I romanticize my hereafter life as if it all will become true one day. But I am also so, so scared. I’m scared because I romanticized it so much that I don’t know if I can accept anything else, but deep down, I also know that what I want isn’t possible. This foolish, materialistic, dull reality will leave me disappointed.
















