Hide...

I lied to myself...
I tell myself, everything will be ok... when I feel shaken...
I comfort myself...
Making all sorts of reason to try to make me feel better.... When I'm depressed
I don't know what to do... confused
My feeling hits me faster than I can run away from it...
And I'm afraid...
If I admit my feeling of insecurity and in need of even just a little attention,
That you will leave... again
So they crash together, suffocate in my own confusion.
I'm trying hard... not to feel used and forgotten...
It's hurting me, as you ignore...


Hiding myself away in the comic world...
If I live in theirs...
then maybe I will miss you less and feel less pain in mine...




(4:40pm)

I break my limit again... and again... 3rd (Tuesday) 4th(Thursday), 5th and 6th (today) unreplied text... I'm sorry....
Safe trip... At least I know I keep you in mind...
Well... after this text... no more... just had to wish you safe trip... and nothing else I can do.