Is it bad? I don't know. Am I a horrible person for not wanting to talk? For feeling my stomach tightening when you sit by me? I feel like a horrible person. When you tell me I get you, knowing that you don't get me? When you tell me I'm the most important person in your life, but I don't know if you're mine? That when I think about us I feel guilty, that I deserve the worst, that I am the problem?
We talk all the time. We laugh all the time. You make me happy so why don't I feel like that all the time???!!! Why do I feel that I'm a backstabbing, conniving, lying, dreadful, disgusting little bottom feeder.
Sorry. Is that too much? I'm showing a little too much of my brain huh? Well that's how I feel. You make me feel that way. Because you're the best. You do so much for me. You care for me so much. We see each other almost every day but I dred see you later. It's bad. Right? I know it is.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm even sadder because I know I won't ever, I mean ever say it. Welp. Guess this is my mind again.
I hate the way you made me feel. About myself.
We talk all the time. We laugh all the time. You make me happy so why don't I feel like that all the time???!!! Why do I feel that I'm a backstabbing, conniving, lying, dreadful, disgusting little bottom feeder.
Sorry. Is that too much? I'm showing a little too much of my brain huh? Well that's how I feel. You make me feel that way. Because you're the best. You do so much for me. You care for me so much. We see each other almost every day but I dred see you later. It's bad. Right? I know it is.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm even sadder because I know I won't ever, I mean ever say it. Welp. Guess this is my mind again.
I hate the way you made me feel. About myself.
