I hate how my mind works sometimes.

Everyone's busy, so they obviously can't hang or... talk, even.

I want to talk to someone. Someone does come along but I freak out about how close we suddenly are. I mean, it's good, I guess, it's not creepy.

But then there's just something in me that gives up. So it's like I can make friends easily but I'm not good at maintaining them anymore? I don't know, I'm just really confused ever since EVERYTHING WENT WRONG.

SO WHEN ARE WE TALKING? AM I DEAD TO YOU NOW? ARE WE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK, TO SEE EACH OTHER?

Are you afraid you'll hurt me? Not talking to you is already hurting. It's making me go nuts. Are you just tolerating me? Tell me, so I'll just disappear.