I can’t go to bed. Not until I’m exhausted. I can’t risk lying in the dark and having time to think, and regret, and feel, and think some more.
I’m sensitive, I over think every little thing, and I care way too much.
Getting attached to someone is realy scary. They can leave anytime, and the pain you feel is almost unbearable.
I wish I could talk to someone without feeling like a burden
I help others because I can’t help myself.
Scars. A cold reminder you once had a past you couldn’t handle.