Something between regret and relief.

I'm sorry.
For what?
For being shy.
You don't have to be sorry, that's why I like you.

Dear you (and by you I mean all of you)

Please don't do that again.
You have no idea how it affected me.
That when you say those things, I keep it inside of me and it waits, grows, festers.
Don't you know I am insecure and unsure enough all ready, and am always doubting myself?
That what you said wouldn't and couldn't be easily shrugged off and forgotten like maybe you thought it would?
My sister's boyfriend was right when he said "They had no right to say that to you."
You didn't have any right to.

I don't want to care anymore.

But what do I do if I can't stop feeling?

Can't stop worrying?

The littlest things get to me.

I worry too much.

And I just can't stop worrying, no matter how much I try.

Sometimes I wish I could stop feeling.

I wish I didn't care

I wish I could stop thinking

I don't want to lose myself.

I spend too much time considering others.

Some people would consider that a strength.

I would consider it a flaw.

I wish I could act without considering others.

I really do.

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