I just wish things didn’t have to be the way they are. There’s no reason for it. Every time something like this comes up I automatically feel like it’s going to end bad and I get really really really upset and I start crying and I try to make sure it’s okay but I just get so upset that I feel like its not and then I feel bad. I can’t take it more than like once in a long while and it’s been so often. This doesn’t even make any fucking sense. Whatever.
I can’t take mental torture.
I can’t talk about the deepest corners of my mind.
I can’t express how I feel.
I can’t argue well in person.
I cry a lot over little things when I’m alone.
I get scared of losing people.
I get really sad over nothing a lot.
I stress out about time.
I’m doing pretty okay.
“Be the little dirty girl I know you are and send me a picture of what I’m missing out on?(;”