I've done it.
I've reached the point at which I desperately worry about what you think of me. I know that I'm annoying and stress a lot and you just seem so much more in control.
I spent my time trying to convince you that I'm annoying. I warned you that I was difficult. And now that I've already let myself get attached, I'm starting to believe my own words.
I'm not even sure if you life me anymore. Maybe I've screwed it all up somehow.
I wish desperately that I didn't care. But I do anyway. And it's tearing me up inside.
No comments:
Post a Comment