dear insecurities,

i hate speaking to those i do not know.

is it fear of what they will think?

is it the fear of the unknown?

or am i simply afraid of change?

but at the same time, i crave change.

i crave something new.

i crave everything i cannot have; love, respect, happiness.

i hate the fact that i cannot feel joy.

i hate myself.

sincerely, dan howell (an angry boy)

dan howell returned to the small coffee shop. once again, the boy with black hair and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, was there. dan wondered what they looked like up close. were they just as beautiful? were they even brighter?

dan wanted to speak to him so badly, but the fear of rejection stopped him, so he remained in his seat and continued to stare from a distance.

little did dan know, every time he turned away, the boy was staring back.

dan howell was not happy, but he enjoyed seeing the pretty boy every morning.