I’m scared.
I’m scared of scaring you away.
I’m scared that one day you’re going to realize how ridiculous I am, how these stupid moods come for no reason, how it happens over and over.
I’m scared one day I’ll get too attached, and we’ll snap. And you’ll be gone.

Because that’s what happened before. With… with him.

Maybe that’s why he’s gone. Maybe because he realized how stupid I acted. But… I’m starting to think that not much has changed.

I still get those… moods. Feeling so, so alone. And pitiful. For no reason. That’s just it- there is no logical reason for me to be like this.

But I am. And I think… I think he just had enough of it.

I’m scared that it will happen again.

You seem different. God, I hope you’re different. Different than he was. Because you, care.

And, god, I really want to talk to you. Tell you. I wish I could say something. But anytime I try to… something just… blocks me. I can’t… do it.

When I say thank you, I really mean it.
I’m just… scared.