Vent about him.
oh my. I have no idea why, but you've been on my mind way more than usual. I'm even DREAMING about you. When I'm in school, I think about you. Walking. Listneing to music. watching movies. with friends. working out. pretty much anything that I do, you're on my mind. I've never met anyone on the same page as me as much as you are. You f/cking get it. and that's what I love. You looked at my cuts & told me you didnt want me to hurt myself anymore. you act like you care, at least. I don't want to say it, or think it, or feel it, but i think i might love you. But I don't want to. I really really don;t want to because that is such a bad idea and i'm going to get hurt so bad. You bring me happiness, which is a dangerous thing. Happiness can be taken away from you, and you feel it. it hurts like hell, and i don't want to go through that with you. So maybe i'm better off without you and the happiness. maybe im better off sad and in depression and self harming. No one would be there to make sure i eat or that I don't cut. I miss you like crazy whenever I'm not in your arms. But im scarred of the happiness you bring. Happiness is tempory, this depresion is home.