I want to write a letter to everyone I know telling them how I feel. But my problem is that I'm hung up on far too many insignificant things. I'm indecisive. I don't let things go. I pretend feelings that aren't there still exist. Everyone tells me that I'm better off now. But I just believe that people think my life is glamorous or something. Maybe they're right. It would be wrong for me to move backwards.
But I guess all I want is for someone to wrap me up in their arms long enough for everything not to matter anymore. I think that would be the answer to all my problems.
mkp.
p.s. I love you, Shelley.
