on 2006-12-09 @ 2:17 p.m.
The past few months have been full of teenage angst, and I don't know why. When did I ever care this much? I want to be independent. I need to believe there is something bigger out there for me. There must be someone out there who can read me better than this. A year ago I said I needed someone who makes me feel safe and loved and never makes me doubt myself or worry. My thoughts on that stand. Sometimes you are that person, but other times you are not. To love is to sacrifice and to hurt and to live out your own tragedy. I don't want my ending to be bittersweet. I need it to be completely happy.
How do I tell him what I want without sounding like a pathetic girl.
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