colours too dull and spammed with imperfection
Saturday, January 8, 2011
I'd always imagine. When I cry, I always hope you're beside me. You'd turn to me, you'd hug me, and tell me everything's okay. I guess it'll never happen.
Sad, very sad. I wanted to call you, but I was afraid. I stare at my phone, waiting for your text. I type something I wanted to tell you, but I was scared you'd get angry. I feel like wanting to run to you, but I was afraid you'd push me, and tell me to go away. I'm scared of being neglected, rejected and ignored. I'm not used to living without you.
If I was brave enough, I'd tell you how I feel.