As I'm trying to fall asleep, my keyboard and stuffed animals my only bedmates, that same old song and dance of "what if" plays over and over in my head, taunting me. What if it's not really over? What if I was just being lied to so my feelings wouldn't be hurt? What if I'm being too needy? What if we do last and I want to leave this godforsaken town but he doesn't?
I try not to think of this depressing stuff but can you really control those thoughts that leak into your mind like little tendrils of smoke? How far can you get forcing yourself to think of something else before another "what if" pops into your head? "What if"s are like cockroaches... they will never die no matter how many times you think you've killed them.
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