That was a river, this is the ocean
So less vagueness and more honesty huh? well here ya go.
i don’t like being alone.
And no, i’m not talking about a girlfriend type relationship either. just having that someone close where i can just let go of everything that i build up inside.
I bottle my emotions up.
my bad.
i don’t like to, i’m just too afraid not too. i don’t trust people with my innerself (easily). and i’m just stuck in this position of trying to find someone i feel comfortable with to really open up and empty everything out.
i’ve been told i don’t know when to stop.
it’s true.
i don’t.
i get ahead of myself and hurry things along and make hasty decisions usually based on absolutely nothing but a lack of time for things to happen how they normally would.
very very few of you actually know who i am on the inside. but if you think i’m quiet. you are deceived. i’m not. i just refuse to let it out.
my bad.
i just don’t trust you, though i want to.
badly.
Ya know, I’m really impressed with your honesty, Everett. I’m used to seeing ambiguous metaphors when I read about something that intimate in a blog. It keeps things safe. I admire that you didn’t fall into that.
Oh, and I would like to talk to you more.
The End.
Do you want to know a secret? I still stalk you. My bad. To this day, I still think of that thing you wrote about me in your old blog…even though it was hurtful I still care deep down inside. I hope you find someone you trust enough to let inside. Cornfields. heh. My bad.