dear peanut butter,

i'm scared (as usual). scared that after i put you through school you're going to find someone better than me and leave. or maybe you and a certain someone are scheming against me to make me feel humiliated and broken. i guess i'm just being paranoid (and overthinking things and you're probably going to resent me for saying what i just said...).

love always and forever; no matter what,
chocolate cup.

countdown: 22 days.