Silly, silly girl.

What am I waiting for? I've been asking for signs, hoping for fate, and I get it, at every turn.

So what am I afraid of? In reality, I'm a coward onto myself, because I'm afraid of me, and my ideas.

I want endless options, but how many choices have I been making?

I'd like to say, I'm misinterpreting the signs, as I've done before, but it's kind of funny the way they're coming to me.

I really don't want this ambiguity, but like I said, I'm a coward. I want to live so free and unrestrained, but at the same time, I'm holding myself back, because I'm afraid there is no net at the bottom of the trapeze. If I knew I was doing everything right, I wouldn't have to worry about the netting, but I've falling before...

Granted, I did survive, just a few cuts and bruises, but how lucky do I think I'll get a second time?

Fear, Patrick Swayze, fear and love.