I'm not afraid if you hurt me.
Because I know, almost certainly, that you'll still be there no matter the out come.
A hurt from you won't penetrate so deep, not to say that you don't affect me.
No no no. You've affected me more so than any other person.
What we have is confusing.
Frustrating.
There's nothing we can say to put it into words.
I'm scared of you.
I'm scared to hurt you.
I'm scared to love you.
Love always walks in hand with hurt.
Its a dangerous game, tight rope.
I'm not sure if I want to sacrifice you.
To lose you.
If that may be the outcome.
Or maybe I'm being selfish.
I'm just scared to love again.
I'm just scared to get hurt.
I can't be healing forever though.
I can't lock myself away.
I'm not sure of what I feel for you.
All I know is, I'd hate to see you with anyone else.
A hatred would bloom for them.
And I love you to death. Talking to you makes me so ******** happy.
When I don't I get stressed out and afraid.
I get panicky.
Its like if I don't talk to you for a day - you'll forget about me.
Gone from your memory.
I'll vanish into the wind.
The world is full of people telling you that you can't do s**t.
That you're not good enough.
But that's when you turn around and hit them in the ******** jew nose.
Don't you know I go through the same thing?
I'm just as worried about college as you are.
********, the one I want to go to is a private Catholic school
In a different state.
My art's not that good.
My writing's not that good.
I'm mediocre compared to other people.
I'm no good at all.
I get angry so easily.
I'm selfish.
Fickle.
Worthless.
But I don't, well, try not to dwell on them. I just try to look forward and move on.
Maybe we should hold off.
Wait until after school, until we have time to think about things.
Discover what we have.
That way there's no room for hurt feelings.
No room for mistakes.
Methodical.
Another thing is I just need reassurance.
Without it I'm lost.
Because I know, almost certainly, that you'll still be there no matter the out come.
A hurt from you won't penetrate so deep, not to say that you don't affect me.
No no no. You've affected me more so than any other person.
What we have is confusing.
Frustrating.
There's nothing we can say to put it into words.
I'm scared of you.
I'm scared to hurt you.
I'm scared to love you.
Love always walks in hand with hurt.
Its a dangerous game, tight rope.
I'm not sure if I want to sacrifice you.
To lose you.
If that may be the outcome.
Or maybe I'm being selfish.
I'm just scared to love again.
I'm just scared to get hurt.
I can't be healing forever though.
I can't lock myself away.
I'm not sure of what I feel for you.
All I know is, I'd hate to see you with anyone else.
A hatred would bloom for them.
And I love you to death. Talking to you makes me so ******** happy.
When I don't I get stressed out and afraid.
I get panicky.
Its like if I don't talk to you for a day - you'll forget about me.
Gone from your memory.
I'll vanish into the wind.
The world is full of people telling you that you can't do s**t.
That you're not good enough.
But that's when you turn around and hit them in the ******** jew nose.
Don't you know I go through the same thing?
I'm just as worried about college as you are.
********, the one I want to go to is a private Catholic school
In a different state.
My art's not that good.
My writing's not that good.
I'm mediocre compared to other people.
I'm no good at all.
I get angry so easily.
I'm selfish.
Fickle.
Worthless.
But I don't, well, try not to dwell on them. I just try to look forward and move on.
Maybe we should hold off.
Wait until after school, until we have time to think about things.
Discover what we have.
That way there's no room for hurt feelings.
No room for mistakes.
Methodical.
Another thing is I just need reassurance.
Without it I'm lost.
