Since you’ve been with me for so long, I’m beginning to lose myself in you. This is beyond what I can handle. One of these days, thoughts of death will be too strong for me to resist. Is it even normal for a young person to worry constantly? I wonder if my parents will survive the day if they are safe while driving, if I’ll succeed in life, and if I’ll ever be enough or good enough for others. My insecurities aren’t doing me any justice either because I’ve had a heavy burden on my shoulders for years. I beg you to give me some space because I’m still too young for this.

From: Amanda Machava