Sometimes I fear change. I want something, wish for it, desire it with all my might. But then, when I get the opportunity to have it, I freak myself out and don't let myself have it. What would life be like if I have what I want? I wouldn't be able to complain anymore. And then what would I want and strive for? It's a cycle I can't stop. Oh well. It's 9pm, I'm sleepy. Goodnight.