I want to run.. far away. And I'll hope not to see the same faces that said 'bye' not too long ago. Why did I tell you my name? Because you told me yours. They were little, cousins, and a baby. Whatever good or connection existed, though, I really don't care anymore. I'm neither inclined to hope.. nor inclined to trust.
Sometimes I wish people just stayed away. I'm nervous. I'm unstable. I'm insecure. I'm fickle. And I'm just not worth talking to. I can only smile and talk for so long. But, no, it just doesn't feel right.
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