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I admit I needed you
perhaps too much
physically
back then
it was because
I was lonely
and I needed someone to
cling to.
sure, I had friends
but they were new
and i wasn't used to them
I was stressed out
and I'm sorry I took it out
on you
and everyone around me.
I should just stop
thinking about it
because it just makes me feel
worse.
But I can't stop.
And then I hate myself more for it
because it's not helping
anything.
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Yes. Different
Yes.
Different situation,
but I'm
the same way.
And it's like
poking at a
bruise.
It hurts, but I
can't
stop.
No fancy paraphrasing here
and pretending I'm
wise.
All I can say now is
this is
so true
and so raw.
And I can
completely
understand.
it
it just..ugh...
I...can't...
I don't even know
what to think
about anything
anymore
because I'm so confused
about it all.
And nothing
And nothing makes
sense.
You seemed so
happy
and
over
it all.
Then you got
all sad
again
and now
it's just
confusion.
Which is more
sad
than happy.
yeah. Frankly, I don't even
yeah.
Frankly, I don't even know how I feel about it any more.
Which kinda is why I'm confused.
Basically:
Basically:
that sucks.
You say
"I was lonely
and I needed someone to
cling to."
I do that.
Or I'm somewhere
unfamiliar,
strange,
and I need someone to guide me
even if they
know as little as I do.