quoootes

I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for
always being nice. I'm mad for always
apologizing for things I didn't do.
I'm mad for getting attached.
I'm mad for depending on you and wasting my
time on you. I'm mad for thinking about you,
and most of all for not hating you when
I should have.



Truth is, you scare the shit out of me.
You make me feel as if I'm not alone.
Yet, I know any minute you have the ability to rip that feeling from me.
Truth is, I love you, and that in itself is scary enough