Commitment.
I fear commitment. Everyone who ever said they'd stay, left. Some said it was my fault, some didn't say a single fucking word. I fear being left alone with my thoughts at 2am when they get bad, and I need someone to call because the pain gets too real. I fear having no one. I guess that's why I'm there for everyone. I fear abandonment. I fear watching everyone leave, once again. I fear the pain. I fear the nightmares. I fear the anxiety attacks. I fear the end. The end of what made me happy. The end of what could've been something great. I don't want to play these games. I want something serious. I fear being played. That's what I fear.
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