I've been really scared lately.

Mostly: I'm scared of things that straight up don't exist.

Ghosts. Zombies. Serial killers. Pazuzu. Samara. That woman from the Grudge.

I know it's just projecting my fear. I'm scared of a lot of things. A lot of real, tangible things.

I'm scared that the boyfriend will lose interest in me. I'm scared of being homesick in Scotland. I'm scared that I'll lose all my friends. I'm scared that my brother will absolutely flounder without his parents or his sister.

I'm scared that I might go to Australia this summer, and will have to repeat the process ALL OVER AGAIN. I know I should be pumped about that. I'm SUPER PUMPED it's even a possibility. I could be an intern for one of Sydney's most famous lawyers. HOW GOOD would that look on my resume?

But I just don't want to lose what I have. I love what I have.

I hope I'll still have it.