I’m so fed up of pretending that everything’s okay
I want you to know me.
I want to tell you all of the things I’ve never told anybody. I want you to know how much it terrifies me to think of my insignificance in this universe, and I want to let the dark thoughts that swarm my head slip out of my mind and into your ears. I want you to learn where every curve in my body is, and not leave an inch of my skin untouched.
I’m scared though. I’m scared, and the worst part is that I don’t even know why. It’s not that I don’t trust you: I’ve never trusted anyone as much as I trust you, and I know you of all people would understand me. You’re not the problem though; I am. I have all of these irrational fears that stop me from ever letting anyone in, and I hate it.
I want you to know me because nobody else does, but I’m scared.
I’m so fucking scared, and I don’t even know why.