I know how I feel… I just don’t know how to tell you. And that’s what makes things so frustrating for me, I suppose. Every time that I think of you, which is a lot because almost everything makes me think of you, my stomach starts to hurt. I think its because I want to tell you things but feel incapable of articulating them correctly–or maybe it’s more like I am afraid of saying the wrong thing, of messing things up and looking stupid.
And I have a lot I don’t know how to tell, I suppose, both the good and the bad. But where would I be without my secrets?*
I feel like I am a character in a bad made-for-television lifetime drama. Science Dammit, somebody please cut the funding for this crappy movie 🙂
*hint: I would probably be a lot happier.