feelings blog 2k11
I am at a low point.
I always reach the point of tears but nothing comes out. It’s only when something seems particularly petty that my body allows myself to cry.
I am nervous. I am nervous that you’re bored of me. I am nervous that you’re more upset by my actions than you let on, and that you resist telling me as to not seem ‘clingy’ or ‘needy’ or any of those things you fear the most.
I’m worried that you will grow to resent me. I am worried that we can never bounce back from this serious streak.
I am nervous that I care more about you than you do about me, it scares me to think that we’re not on the same level as I always tried to believe we were.
I am worried that all of this is my fault, for suddenly feeling and reacting to things. For saying the wrong thing at the wrong time because I don’t have a filter, because you make me feel comfortable enough to say whatever it is that’s on my mind regardless of the consequences.
I am scared of a life without you in it. I am scared that you will be fine with out.
This is stupid.
