I shouldn't have even brought it up. I should have known I was just stirring trouble, but no, I just can't stop myself from doing that, now can I?
I didn't want you to be supportive, I wanted you to remind me that I'm yours, I wanted to know you'd fight for me.
The feeling that you're okay just to let me go back to some jackass who treats me like shit really isn't a great feeling.
You didn't do anything, so don't say that you did.
If anything upset me, it's that you didn't do anything.
It was my fault for starting this, so don't worry about it.
I was upset, but I shouldn't have said anything.
I'm not even sure if I like him, but it's pointless, because I know he doesn't care about me at all.
I might, very questionably, like him, but what part of I LOVE YOU do you miss?
I don't understand!?!
I've walked around all day as this melting pot of emotions, trying to sort them out but keep getting them all muddy. It didn't help that my "big bro" is close enough to me that he could easily become more on accident. It didn't help knowing his girlfriend who used to be one of my best friends had no idea he was with me all day. It really didn't help knowing neither of us were entirely happy with our lives, because you're terrified of hurting me physically and emotionally so you treat me like a porcelain doll, and he can't seem to be gentle enough with her and they're always fighting about something. Then he asks me what happened to the him that was everything to me for so long and I can't give him an answer, because I don't know. I don't know.
I. don't. freaking. know. I hate not knowing. Add in past experience, and it scares the hell out of me.
I just using you until he decides I'm good enough? I hope not. I hope and pray to God and whoever else is listening I'm not. I love you. I don't want to do this to either of us. We had everything all nice and smooth, and here I go throwing nuts in the batter. I'm sorry. I really am.