Mathilde Who?

I am afraid of alot of things. I'm scared of the dark, I'm scared of passing strangers in dark alleys, I'm scared of loosing someone I love, I'm scared of sharks and I'm scared of leaving home. I'm scared of killers, routine, murky waters, badgers, false rumors, dishonesty, clowns, indescribable sounds in my house, the monsters underneath my bed and so much more writing it on a list would probably kill you with boredom. So I'll stop.

However, the thing that scares me the most..., is returning next year. After talking to Ida about it (who's also going to America - two hours' drive from Minneapolis, yayy!) My mind began churning around it. How will it be? Will things be the same? Will we all be so different, will we all have grown so we no longer fit? The relationships that once were so effortless will suddenly be strained? Will I not find my place? What will happen with my closest group of friends as I'm gone? Will "my place" in my absence be faded out and the lines once there be gone? Will people not remember me? stupid, churning mind. Why cannot you ever rest? Perhaps it'll rest as I go to bed now. Today it's seven, soon-to-be-six days until I leave! Gee! I. Cannot. Wait. SIX DAYS RACH!

Minneapolis :D

Song of The Day: My Hero by Paramore.

Cheers.