You made me unsure. You made me question. Who I was, what I did and what I planned to do in the future. You could say you changed me for the better. In your eyes I didn’t seem to change at all. That same boy that couldn’t budge to change who he was. Maybe I didn’t change. That’s what scares me more. I’m not afraid of being someone new but I’m afraid of being who I was. If I’m not worth anything to you now, then I want to be someone else. I try to change, I do. I hide my feelings, put up my wall, and it makes it seem like I don’t want to care. But I do. I really want to be someone else, or be who I tried to be in the past. Caring, loving, the person you should really be with.
If I can’t do that, then you truly deserve someone else.
If I can’t do that, nobody should have to deal with me.
Nobody wants to deal with me.
Nobody wants me.
Why can’t I just not care like the rest of the world