J told me he’s starting to fall for me.
I responded by asking him to kill me in a zombocalypse.
Romance.
In which I second guess everything in my life whenever things start to go well and I just doubt everything and everyone until something goes wrong. At which point I’m relieved in a weird way, because it makes more sense to me that humans are supposed to be disappointed.
Like, how many people actually get exactly what they want out of life?