well, well.

Blah.
I've come to realize that you just can't tell some people things. People who just keep prying and prying and prying until you tell them something.... they're just going to go tell somebody else. And, well, it's frustrating. Because it seems that I can't talk to anyone. That I can't count on anyone. And I feel like I'm going to explode into a million tiny pieces soon because I keep everything so bottled up.

I don't know. I've been enjoying myself, I suppose. I've been enjoying where my life seems to be going. I just think that it's all going to be taken away from me. I always have that lingering thought in the back of my mind....I just can't help it. I'm so used to never being truly happy and feeling so lonely, that I'm afraid of getting too attached. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that things that appear to be going well won't last and I'll end up going right back to where I was before.

That, I don't want.