DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU WANT TO HEAR A VENT

I totally wasn't just shaking because I'm fucking terrified, I'm not walking on eggshells or getting heart burn. I'm fine, everything is fine. I'm not giggling at the stupid little things or immediately shutting myself down because I feel like it's a lie and it's not going to last. I'm not grinning because I'm that happy or on the edge of tears because I feel happy. No way. None of that could be true. I'm fine, it's nothing, it's not going to last anyways, so why should I let myself feel happy because of it and love it again?