I say I’m confused, but I think what I mean is conflicted.
I’m not confused because there’s a lot I know. I know how I feel. I know the facts. I know what you would do in my situation. I know what everyone else thinks I should do. And I know what I should do. But I don’t want to do it.
I’ll never outgrow my fear of seeming clingy. I’ll never not be afraid of pushing everyone away.
even though there are days when I have so much to say to you I’ll refrain from saying a single word because I don’t want you to get sick of me. not yet, not now, not ever.
so if you ever don’t want me around anymore, if you tire of talking to me, if my bad moods wear you thin, and you find you can’t stand what I have to say please just let me know and gladly I will fade away until I’m no longer a bother.