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This is pretty much my online diary - I could be the next Bridget Jones.
This blog seems to vary amongst three very important things: moaning, moaning - and moaning.



Tuesday, 4 May 2010

Help. me.

In all honesty, I just don't know what to do.
For the past few years I've been wishing for this to happen.
Now that it's going to happen, I'm not sure I want it any more.
Then again, I want it so badly, but I know, I KNOW, it's not for the right reasons.
It'll end up like it was in the beginning.

I love the attention, the fact that we get to talk all of the time, but it doesn't feel right. It doesn't make me feel special, it makes me feel used.

How am I supposed to tell him all of this.

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