almost sorta cried last night.
he must've been taking this hard.
but..
i cried because i thought this would turn out like last year...
where we slowly stopped talking,
so i'm deathly scared.
we'd have to repeat this.
and i thought spring break would give us the time to get to know each other a lot better.
but we haven't had one full conversation yet.
making me going to places in my head that i haven't even thought i could go to...
its like, a tiny me is just stuck in a room.
filled with white.
and she can't get out.
because she's crazy.
and she's insane.
feels scary.
she might break out of that room and i won't be able to do anything about it.
"I thought you said you were Christian."
i'll probably forget what that is next time i wake up..
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I used to use this from lyrics and stupid things,
but now all I know is that i can use it for my frustrations,
since I can't really trust anyone. Why not just pull up a chair and sit on it? I don't mind people reading my life. Go for it.
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