anit.

I’m afraid of what tomorrow holds

I fear being alone.

I fear what could have been.

I used to be really, really, shy.

and I guess I still am sometimes.

I hate hearing his name.

I hate thinking about memories that I once cherished

I love raspberries.

i love drinking hot chai from earthy,rustic looking cups.

I love working in the sunlight

I hate disappointing my parents

I hate being dependent.

I hate crying,but sometimes I wish I would.

I wish i could cry.

I try to let the world know of my miseries, the tortuous battles

that I fight within myself.

I’m programmed to keep everything within my weak little heart.

I hate my secrets.

07.03.11