I feel like my insecurities are getting the best of me, like I’m allowing it to get in the way of being myself. I can see myself shutting down slowly, pulling away, until I put on this facade like I don’t care, but all I really want is for him to notice and pull me in harder.

Then again, that’s probably me expecting too much.

Sometimes, I wish I had a meaner bone in my body so I can just punch a bitch. Go the fuck away you attention needy whore. He’s mine!

And in all honesty, you could shut the fuck up if you don’t mind either cause I don’t care about your lifestory.

Omg this is getting to me…help. Green does not look good on me.