Can I listen to your heart?
Today has proved to be both wonderful and horrible at the same time. I went out on a limb and asked when I'd been afraid to ask and all it got was a sad little girl version of me typing this now. I should've known that my reluctance was a safety mechanism I should listen to more often, but I didn't. I was an idiot, and the small pain it caused me is no one's fault but my own. I read far too much into these things, and knowledge has turned to be the greatest disadvantage of them all. Why am I happier when I like someone who likes me back? Maybe it really is time for me to find someone to care about, and care about me back. The only problem is, there's nowhere left to look. I'm far too young to feel this old.