Scared

Someone told me not to be scared.


I don't know how.


All attempts to do well, have only been shattered by the circumstances around me. It's seems like every time something good happens, that the shit in my life comes raining down like a thunderstorm. Good. Bad. Good. Bad. And, I've been so tremendously used to it, that it almost makes me not want to be happy or have something good or to fall in love. Because if I let the good happen, I'll have to deal with painful again.


I don't want to be scared.


But something good has happened.




shalom.