just not me. What's wrong with me. When did I get to be such a baby? When did I get to be the girl that depends on a guy?

t to be with him, hug him, and cry on him in hopes that he could see what I feel without me having to say it out loud. I could never explain myself. Its

can't handle being this involved with a person, it just breaks me down. I've increased my bitch rating little by little, day by day. And now I just wan

I hate that I put up walls when I realize what Juston means to me. I don't mean to push him away, I'm terrified for the day that when I push he walks. I