February 2012
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I hate how...
I don’t know how to vent to people. As stupid as it sounds, I really don’t know how to tell people my problems. I refuse to believe that there’s someone out there who can actually help me cheer up but myself. I hate it. I keep things that bother me inside. I don’t wanna let it out. And it’s the worst thing ever.
To be honest...
I hate not finding things to talk about with you. I hate when we’re just talking and suddenly it’s silent. I wanna talk but it seems so hard. I don’t know why but it’s really bothering me so much.
I kinda sorta like you.
