TT
can’t help it.
There’s a line in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants II
“The problem is every time I try to get close to somebody it’s like there’s something out there that just says oh Tibby’s about to be happy, better get her.”
I keep waiting for the inevitable moment when things are going to go downhill. I’m afraid to be happy because if I let myself be happy, it’s going to hurt so much more when that moment comes.
Hi, I am an insecure mess.