another day. another year.

well, i guess i'm 22 now. pfft.

another year, another useless year. oh well.

so what if i'm obvious? nobody cares anyway, so here goes nothing.

i'm really scared to tell you that i'm not okay because i'm scared you'll get tired of taking care of me.. just like everyone has.

i'm scared to tell you things like these because i'm scared to find out that you don't really feel the same way. have you been thinking about me as much as i've been thinking about you? these kinds of things.

i know you're going to ask me about this, and like every other thing, i'll just brush it off. because in all honesty, i'm not used to letting people see what's lying deep within me.