Ask me what's on my mind randomly and I could probably write you a novel.

Ask me what's on my mind randomly and I could probably write you a
novel.

I hate this with a passion. These thoughts, these dreams, the past
experiences are going to be the death of me. Reassurance? Not
applicable. Comfort? Not available. What will it take for me to get
some help? I don't wanna continue to feel like I do, but everytime you
leave, it's always something new. I don't know how to quite feel
inside, but I can't stop the voices in my mind. My head is banging
with sharp thoughts of the future. They are crashing against the walls
of my head like lighting and thunder. I wanna talk to you but when I
want to, I can't get the words out of my mouth or they are either too
inconveinent to release. I want to be a better person for you but the
transition is hard. But I'm afraid if I don't, it will be too late. I
just want release, reassurance and comfort. Maybe even love and care.
But the person I am prevents the acceptance. Letting me know I may
never be whom I want to be. Unfortunately. I'm sorry. In advance. For I am and will be. Hopefully not remain. I wanna change for you. Cuz you need me to. Or I may lose you.

via iPod touch... XD