I'm afraid of the things that I don't understand. And you scare me, sometimes. No, actually. It's proabably just me. Just, leave. Me here. Wondering. Always.
Is it wrong when I hear people discussing how depressed they are I stopped caring? Because...to me, it's them dwelling on it and not trying to help themselves. More like putting salt in the wound. Kay that's my bit for the night.
I have the best boyfriend in the fucking world. He took me out to my favorite restaurant tonight. And -sits here and smiles- I'm so not doing this justice with how happy I am. ♥