The Ghost of a Good Thing

It's one of those days when I want to hide out in my room, blast my music, and forget about the world outside. I love that my jersey has come to smell like you - it makes me think of comfort; of snuggling; of tongues.

But being in my room made me realise... I don't fiddle around with the piano anymore. Or write songs on my guitar. They just sit there and collect dust, making me sneeze. I don't do half the things I used to do. Maybe I have changed more than I thought.

But then again, theres many things that haven't changed at all. I still feel happiest when it's raining. I still believe lunch with Nat is the best part of the day. I still want to travel the world and learn languages. I still hate following the rules someone else sets for me. They get broken.

And I still have the same fears of getting hurt as I did before. Only now I'm trying to live Taylor Swift style and be fearless.