i don't know...

[ang1597]

I don't know what's wrong with me.
I don't know why I have to ruin every good moment with tears or every happy day with worries.

I don't know why I can't just take my own advice, along with everyone else's and stop thinking about everything or worrying about things too much.

I don't know when I became a person who was this easily or consistently upset by so many things.

I don't know when I became so easily jealous.

I don't know why I have to be so serious with Danny, why without him I feel so empty, why the days he works at Quad I'm so easily irritable or why I have to miss him so much.

I guess the one thing I don't know the most is why I have to keep making excuses or confessing my thoughts when I know deep down the reason why this is happening is because I'm more scared than I've ever been before in my entire life.

I don't know what to do to make this better.