I hate this feeling.
I think of how he might not want me anymore. Then I remember the way he rested his face in his hands and told me how sad he's been. That he missed me, that he thought of how stupid he was for letting me go.
I think of how he kissed me. Held me. All the things he's done a hundred times. But those times were somewhat more special.
I don't know. I know that he wants to be with me and I know that I want to be with him too but I am just so worried that he's going to change his mind. I'm scared of being the annoying girl who's all over the place. I'm scared of being the laid back girl that never asks questions.
Most of all I'm scared of being the girl he gets tired of one day.
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Anxiety
Fiksi RemajaIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.
