i'm sorry
i'm sorry for not being able to trust people, and the thought of getting close to people makes my skin itch
i'm sorry that i can't talk about certain things, and it's not because i dislike you but because i don't trust anyone
i'm sorry that i keep things to myself and i know that bottling things up isn't a good idea, but i'd rather keep it inside then risk having someone betray me
i'm sorry that i can't help the shit that goes on in my head
YOU ARE READING
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