I’m screaming- I can’t live inside myself anymore. I’m so god damn paranoid about every little fucking thing. I think my parents want to kill me, my friends want to hurt me, and nobody loves me. I play everything over in my mind millions of times, analyzing it, trying to extract its true meaning. I break everything down to such an extreme that I
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The problem is, I don't know what I'm serious about. I love you. I can at least say that much. How i love you is still not the clearest thing. Maybe i just need some time to talk to you away from everything else. God, you seriously have no idea how much i love you. Really, I can't even start to explain it, but you mean a hell of a lot to me in ways that other people just can't. I know it doesn't seem like that all the time, but that's probably because I have the same insecurities you have. I think i understand you, but you've had it so much worse than i have, so how can i understand? Just don't give up on me yet. and please don't get angry. I'm just not comfortable with some things right now. First i have to *be* confident before i can start being anything but superficially acting the part. I want to make things work, but right now i feel like I'd have more luck straightening out my issues in a mental hospital. It's not the easiest thing for me, because i never know where i stand, but i do care about you. Sometimes i don't know what to think and i end up thinking; I guess you're just you, and if i didn't like that, i would have walked away by now.
Don't second guess this though: I LOVE CELIA.
THE END.
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