questions.

i've been asking a lot of questions lately.

"would you rather..." and "what if..."

if... i didn't say "yes."

if... i made a better time of it at oxford.

if... i made it into i and you didn't.

if... you made it into i and i didn't.


to be honest, i think i'm just afraid, and somehow questions help me cope. i guess by thinking about all the possibilities, i know that whatever happens, i won't be surprised. nothing can hurt me.

i guess i'm more freaked out by the future than i thought.

but that's okay.

because if anything, at least we still make sense.

and that will always go without question.

<3