sometimes there’s no one else there but your self. to tell you that you are wrong. that you go overboard. that you think and feel so much and it just makes you think and feel so much more that is why you really go overboard and you do or say something wrong.

i don’t understand myself tonight. i feel like i don’t have that thing that says come here, you little fly. and not start the sentence with “oh, come on…” and ends with nothing but a dot.

sometimes i get hurt.

just because i’m whiny and stupid and mushy and wrong and i go overboard.

and i couldn’t do anything but to tell myself to stop being whiny and stupid and everything. and then i try hard to listen to myself so i stop being whiny and all and i end up still being hurt because im longing for that “come here, you little fly” sweet thing.

sigh. am i such a baby.

and baby needs to grow up now.