Apparently I'm the wikipedia definition of a quarter life crisis. I feel like I'm awkwardly blending into a life I don't want to have, in a place I don't want to be, with people I don't want to be around. I don't know what most people do at this point, but I'm jumping out of planes, riding motorcycles, dating inappropriate men and waiting nervously for one of us to circle 'maybe'. Oh well, I'll get over it I'm sure, or maybe I'll come to rest in this love I'm falling into and the awkwardness will go away. You are, after all, the most comfortable thing in my life. Either way, one of us is going to end up with a broken heart, and right now I'm hoping that will be me because I don't want to hurt you.
Tomorrow, I jump.