skywisdom

Um...ok...terrified and confused.
My ex, who I just wrote about in my previous journal (all about how much I missed her) is still in love with me, and admitted that everyone she had been with since we broke up has just been trying to replicate what we had. We spent all last night making out in her bed while her brother baby-sitted her stoned sister and all her high-school friends. Then today I get a phone-call from the people I interviewed with about a room in a house. I have the room, and can move into it whenever.
I got an offer to be in the 48hr film festival as an actor. I'm back to my voice lessons, my back is almost fully healed, and blackberries are just now beginning to ripen; soon i will be making blackberry wine.
So why am i terrified? Because my life is bordering on being practically perfect. That prospect terrfies me because I'm afraid it'll be painfully temporary and then all coming crashing down around me.
But I can't live with fear, so I'm going to enjoy every bit of it while it lasts!