I realize that you had something big happen to you, and I don’t know what it was.
But if you had leaned on me for help, I would’ve been there for you 110%.
Instead you cut me out. You knew how scared i was to leave. You knew how much you meant to me. Obviously, I didn’t mean as much to you.
Remember when you needed me? When all of your friends were off doing things and you needed me so you had someone to talk to?
How about when you told me that if the guy who had almost run me off the road actually had run me of the road, you would drive the twenty minutes to where i was to rescue me?
Or what about when you wrote me that letter at the end of senior year telling me that people always call senior year the best year of high school, and that because of me it was?
How am i supposed to feel when you said all of this and more, and now you’re saying absolutely nothing.
I survived the flight but I haven’t eaten all day cause the nerves clogged my throat up.
My chest hurts.
I’m 18, almost 19, and I’ve never traveled by plane before. Tomorrow at 6am, I fly for the first time. By myself. My anxiety levels right now are skyrocketing. I’m so excited to go where I’m going, but I know that tomorrow morning I won’t be able to eat or sleep or function out of my fear.
I know planes are statistically safer than cars, but cars don’t travel 30,000 feet in the air. Like how do these massive things not just fall out of the sky.