I hate getting my hopes up. Its happened to many times where I got excited for something and I see it crash and burn. And when I say something, I mean someone.
That sounded really angry.
This has happened too many times now. You'd think I'd learn my lesson, but I guess I'm a glutton for punishment. I got to know you, I started to like who you are, what you believe in, you as a whole. I open up to you and tell you my mistakes, my regrets, my everything. You tell me that you're stressed out with everything, that you still don't know what you want. I told you that I was scared that if I told you everything, you would push me away. And now, I see that you did. That fear happened, and it left me to cry myself to sleep.
I don't know who to call, who to talk to. I miss having that extremely close bond with someone where I can tell them anything and everything. I guess being the "social butterfly" I am, I have too many friends, a lot of close friends, not the best friend I'm comfortable with spilling my guts to.
I need a shoulder to cry on, and I want that shoulder's owner to hold me and tell me its alright, kiss me on my forehead and keep me there until I'm better. I want to find him.