I've got so much on my mind right now.
I can't wait for the new year to come. Somehow I have this stupid hope in me that I will be perfectly happy when this year is over.
Then I don't have to worry about hurting people.
Then I won't be afraid anymore.
Then I won't have stupid nagging voices in me telling me I'm making a bunch of horrible mistakes.
Then I probably don't have to worry about running away.
And I need not be concernced about weird unexplainable things suchs as bonds between 2 people so strong they can practically repel everyone else away.

I'm going through an emo phase right now.
Did I make the wrong choice?