Skin

Maybe there is a reason why I feel a certain safety within confiding in strangers. I know that ultimately my secrets shared with them will stay safe in a location far from my own. I know that I won’t have to further explain myself or fall victim to their judgements. If I tell my deepest fears to a person I will never see or know again maybe that fear will die with their disappearance. And maybe its easier to live with my fears that way so that I can eventually let them fall away like dead skin allowing a new person to emerge that can be stronger and more alluring than the skin I was previously in.

I tend to thrive on change.

No.

I depend on change because any kind of consistency secretly terrifies me. Which is why I can’t find myself anyone who can be consistent in the way I want them to be. It’s easier to thrive on the idea of something until that fear arises again and I have to dump it on a new stranger so that I can move on to the next chapter of my life.