I am not at that instance.

I feel like I finally am done with it. Sometimes I need to say vague sentences like that even though I know they will only make sense to me. I guess there are different ways to move on. Maybe I am choosing a more dramatic approach. It's probably only dramatic in my head. The more and more I talk about something I'm afraid of, the fear becomes less of a big deal and almost seems frivolous or made up. I don't know whats going to happen, which is perfectly normal because no one knows completely. No one. I do a pretty good job at analyzing myself...I guess that sounds unhealthy, but I think it's okay. Sometimes I let friends help me. It's a struggle because I feel like I want to explain everything right now, but I just can't. We can't explain everything. I guess in some rare instances it is safe to do so, but I am not at that instance.