Its like that with everyone but my closest friends and all of my family.
I hate fighting. I avoid it, at all costs. I'll just yell, whatever, and run away.
That's what I do, run. Instead of chasing my fears, I run from them. when I run, all I want is someone to tell me its ok. To say they love me, and always will.
I'm so easily embarrassed, its funny.
People make fun of me too much. I can take a joke, but really. I take it personally. When you laugh about me, it sounds like the way they show clowns freaking out little children.
Only one voice always makes it better. One other voice is pretty close, but it still doesn't always help like the first voice does.
Crying is good for me.
I wish I could change the past. Yes, I believe everything happens for a reason, but it still doesn't change what could have been.
Raining and the subway calms me.
Well, that's the cold hard truth stuff.
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