Age: 17 years 10 months 28 days
12:07am
I just got home from redacted’s surprise party, and I’m stressed out about this talk. I came home early to work on it. That’s a good thing I guess. It shows I would rather spend this time with you.
Let me tell you my fears about this talk. I’m very afraid that I won’t say the right thing. I’m afraid that I will go on a tangent and nothing will make any sense. I’m afraid that I haven’t worked on this enough, or taking it very seriously. I’m afraid that people won’t see your love through my talk, the only see me and my gags. I still don’t know if I’m going to open with Barry White. I’m so scared about this talk and that it won’t be what it should be. I’m not scared of making a fool of myself. I can’t figure out if you want me to stay up all night writing it. I think that is what you want, but I’m afraid to write it out. I’m afraid to make it mine. No, I need to start writing it. Please come and sit here by me. Or don’t. Crazy idea, but feel this pain. Better yet, still me and let’s work on the opening.
Do you want me to do the Barry White opening? I really don’t think so anymore. I’m alright with that. Maybe you want it though. I can’t tell. I’m going on feelings here, and they’re not very reliable. I don’t know what’s me or what’s you.
Let’s work on the actual opening, meaning my first point, which I have been thinking we’ll be about the world’s view of love. So how do I do this? I’m not sure how to start talking about this.
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