November 19, 2024

I feel bad. 

He tells me that he likes me. I don’t (want to) believe him.

Cause how can he love… well me, cause all the monsters I have been. Actually I’m not sure if he knows about it. I thought I was the nowhere man… but he called me nice & pretty.

Since I told him the true, I don’t want to see him anymore. I don’t want him to see me after all I confessed.

Maybe is cause I’d always been the “tough” one. The one that never cried when got lost in the supermarket or when they were alone in kindergarten. Maybe I’m just too negative to not get disappointed. Or even I’m just a firm believer that I can know all the true.

It would have been a lot easier if this was not about me & my pride/insecurities.

I don’t even know why I’m writing it in here. I just is just easy to type letters than write them.