Fragile.

The moment that I realize I'm starting to get attached to someone. I want that feeling of being careless back. I want to go back to those nights I went to sleep not worrying about anything. I hate being so fragile. I hate taking everything so personally. I hate that the littlest things get to me more then things that should actually matter.
My insecurities could eat me alive.

Stop. Don't. Go.

I cry alot more.
My insomnia is coming back.
I don't write anymore.
I'm getting more quiet.
Slowing changing but it's not good.

If I Ever Feel Better.

I'd like to actually start writing again.
Lately everything has been going by so far.