Jun 16, 2008 10:58
I hate that I could shock him like that and it wasn't even... the worst thing. Ok, it was bad, but... Fuck. Sometimes I want to talk about shit but I can't stand pity. Or vulnerability.
What if they don't really want me? It's just pity then, maybe. I guess. In which case I don't really feel like sticking around.
So I run away.
This is just bad timing. Or it's all connected.
fear,
emo,
family,
fucked,
need sleep