Elizabeth hates herself right now. She made her friend mad at her. It was not her intention. But she could tell that she did. It was her fault, she became too comfortable with thier level of honesty. She bravely told him how she felt. Even if it was the dark, hurtful truths about herself. She knew that there were things that he didnt know about her. And some things that she wouldn’t admit to him. She felt guilty for holding these things inside. Sometimes the guilt made her feel fustrated, and it came out in omissions like these.

This was the first person who had truly accepted her for who she was, no questions asked. And it scared her sometimes, that she could easily befriend someone like this. It seemed too good to be true. He never seemed to judge her, for her messed up past. He seemed to accept her, flaws and all. Sometimes she is afraid that she will dissapoint him somehow. She feels if he knew everything about her then he wouldn’t feel the same. Sometimes this makes her ill. The constant worrying.