to tell you how i feel.
this is not good.
you tell me.
you have no problem coming right out and speaking your mind.
i [on the other hand] think a lot about things.
draw many conclusions.
make a pledge to talk to you.
wait.
lose my confidence.
say nothing.
this is an ongoing cycle.
since that night we talked, i haven’t said anything to you about what you said to me. i just realized that. i didn’t respond verbally at all. god, what the hell?
which is why i am frustrated. it makes perfect sense.
you’re fine cause you told me how you feel. right? you threw it all out in the open. and i sat there with a dumb smile on my face—like always—unable to make sense of what i was thinking. cause i’m afraid to say something that will upset you. and then what? you won’t like me? would that be a terrible thing? it would suck, yes. would it be the end of the world? no. not even close.
this matters. this situation matters. how i feel matters.
not good, gretch. not good.
