i didn't know that i wasn't allowed to have problems. at least, according to you.
if you want me to stop talking to you, then i will.
i can keep to myself and keep my mouth shut.
i can make it so you're the only one that matters.
so that we listen to what you want, eat what you want, and talk about what you want.
i won't ever make the mistake of confiding to you about my fears and heartache and hurt again. i forgot that it's only okay when you do that.

you're still one of the first people i want to tell things to, but now i know to think twice.