I feel like Jeriah or Naruto when it comes to love. Maybe I should have stayed. Beared the burden of my love for her...

No reward necessary right?

That's what I said. But she didn't listen to me or really respect me much.

And that hurt.

Was I wrong to walk away so soon? Did I make a mistake in my rash decision to leave her?

I was content to watch over her...did I get greedy and jealous that she wasn't paying me any heed?

I realize now I don't really have anyone left I trust. I really don't.

No one to submit my heart and secret self to.

I feel like a burden telling my problems or kookie fears and anxiety ridden thoughts to.

They don't need or want that stuff. Why would anyone want it?? I don't want my thoughts so why force others to experience them?

Ugh.


I'm starving.