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.
random musings on random things at random hours. do not take seriously, or personally. WARNING: posts may be cryptic, so if you think it's about you, it probably isn't.
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darkness
there is no single point of trauma that I can think of to explain how or why i react the way that i do. we were never poor, i was never mole...
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it's a lonely ride on a midnight train. chill. relax. steady. center yourself. i get it, i really do. i just, how i wish you were here...
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While my roommates are still in slumberland, I decided to write this blog entry. So yeah. AAAAnyway. Funny story. This morning, after ha...
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shucks, this is depressing. seriously. but i'll try not to get sucked in, i promise. its a lot of things really, but mostly, its about m...
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