i'm always confused
i feel we need to talk.
we need to clear some things up. your feelings and my feelings. i'm confused. i'm indecisive. and i'm fickle. you said i was too scared to love. maybe you're right. or not. i dont know.
i would blame it on the star sign i was born in but that's utter, ridiculous crap. the point of all these is... i dont fucken know. i dont know a lot of things huh. but i know you've been good to me. so so good.
you've no idea how proud of you i was last night.
i dont know why i'm blogging about this. i dont even know whether you'll read this. i guess i want to see in words the situation i've gotten myself into.
notice how many 'i dont knows' there are in this entry? that's how unsure i am right now about everything. about what i want. and i'm sick of it. so fucken sick. i need a shrink, you know that, I BLOODY NEED A SHRINK.
so. talk to me. i need a clear view.
to the rest of you reading, dont ask. please.
