it's not you,

i think it's me. i don't give up when i want to be with someone. it probably looks pathetic and i'm afraid i'm setting myself up. no--i'm afraid that i'm afraid that i'm setting myself up. because that would be worse; not being open enough to even talk about it, just having a secret fear garded with pitt bulls and booby traps. this isn't a real problem, just one that i'm going to stew over for the next few hours.

anyways. boys suck.