Sometimes I sit and wonder, why do you care?
Does it bother you?
How come you never said anything until you thought it was too late?
What if it happens again?
and these thoughts, and the answers to them scare me. there is alot behind them that i sometimes cannot handle. i wish i knew a better way but i dont. everything seemed to be coming together before, why is it coming apart? is it a self-fulfilling prophecy or is there something wrong with me?