to be perfectly honest, i'm afraid.
i've never been the master of my impulses. i'm no good at delayed gratification. i do things on a whim. i fail to reflect on the consequences of my actions. still, i'm good. i've led a pretty charmed life. i'm fairly certain karma will strike at any moment now.
silly, flighty thing that i am, i'm letting something i read in my horoscope bother me. something that points to the possibility of me repeating a stupid mistake. one mistake that, oddly enough, i'm not paying for. it's easy to think that i can just steer clear and make sure it won't happen again.
but i know me.
i tempt fate. i live for drama. part of me will be begging to run headlong into the same situation i flung myself into the last time. why, oh, why can't i just grow up?
i'm afraid i'll do something stupid that i'll regret. and maybe next time, i won't get off scot-free. things won't go back to the status quo. things won't oddly be better than before. things will actually be worse! maybe, for what seems like the first time, karma will strike and i'll have to pay for my mistakes.
so i'm afraid. i'm afraid of me.
