My confessions…

I get mad when I dont know what I’m mad at.. I just know I’m mad

I get upset… over nothing.. you ask me what it is.. I say nothing.. you think its something and I just dont want to talk about it… It usually genuinly is just nothing..

I just need to cry..

I would put my percentage of thinking about you, up there in 90% of the day.. 

I think thats a bit sad..

I worry about things, actually no.. i worry.. but I dont worry about anything in particular..

I smile when you text me after I have just left..

I enjoy organising and cleaning..

I hate watching people get hurt, even when i know it’s fake..

I care, even when I say I dont..

I worry when you go into town, just incase something happens and I’m not there for you

I think about the future, do you?

I care/worry/cry/get mad a little bit too much..

yet im still stupidly happy, and i know i have nothing to worry about, nothing to cry about, nothing to be mad at.. 

Im an emotional wreck, and I never want it to change

Writing this shit makes me happier, it releives a tension that I never seem to get rid of, I think that tension is my personality.. im not sure

I wrote this on april 17th of last year, i feel i have matured a HUGE deal since then, yet this still all applys, i think it will always apply..