Monday, February 28, 2011

The Beginning of the End

We laugh. You make me laugh. You make me sensitive. You make me doubt. You make me think about things that I don't think of around anyone else.

I react around you. Sometimes I convince myself that it's a good thing. But it seems like most of the time, it's a bad thing. We go back and forth. We act normal, are normal, convince ourselves that we are. Then something gets said, a look get passed, thoughts form and we're back to being weird.

I can't do this any longer. It's exhausting and time-consuming. There's a lot about you that I like and there's a lot that you make me feel. But I don't like who I become and I don't like that you can make me cry.

Monday, February 21, 2011

25

It's my birthday today. And this is how I feel. It's a good thing.