What is my deal...
...And why am I such a commit-o-phobe?
I'm seriously starting to think that this is becoming a problem. And not just a trivial one, anymore. It was cute in highschool. Now it's a bit disconcerting.
All I wanna do is run as fast as I can in another direction. I want to pretend that I don't feel anything because that's much easier. I don't want to deal with emotion. I want to do what I always do. I want to be detached, emotionless, promiscuous and terse. I want to be succinct with my wishes.
And now I've dug myself a hole. And this is NOT the way I planned it out. It was supposed to be easy; it was supposed to be fun.
And now, even if I don't want to continue it (which I have not yet found to be completely true, suprisingly), I've basically fucked myself over by conveying my feelings to like...two people. This is why I shut up about things and let them go away. This is so juvenile. But I want to run the fuck away...
I'm seriously starting to think that this is becoming a problem. And not just a trivial one, anymore. It was cute in highschool. Now it's a bit disconcerting.
All I wanna do is run as fast as I can in another direction. I want to pretend that I don't feel anything because that's much easier. I don't want to deal with emotion. I want to do what I always do. I want to be detached, emotionless, promiscuous and terse. I want to be succinct with my wishes.
And now I've dug myself a hole. And this is NOT the way I planned it out. It was supposed to be easy; it was supposed to be fun.
And now, even if I don't want to continue it (which I have not yet found to be completely true, suprisingly), I've basically fucked myself over by conveying my feelings to like...two people. This is why I shut up about things and let them go away. This is so juvenile. But I want to run the fuck away...