What is it?
PLEASE don't hesitate to tell me.
I would rather know than sit here and wonder.
I hate that I feel like you're mad.
It makes me mad at myself.
The more I wish my life wasn't based upon you, the more unhappy I become with the realization that it is.
I wish I could be my own person.
But the truth is, in my own desperation, I chose you to lean on.
Did I know you?
Not really.
Do I know you?
Not really.
So why am I basing my happiness off of someone who is basically a stranger?
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