I just don't want to be alone, and I want to kill you.

In The Middle Of the Night

I don't know how I feel about anything at all anymore. I don't miss crying over you and wanting you to need me. But I'm dying for someone to want me. To want me enough to make it work, to put some effort in. I'm the kind of girl that deserves that. I need to stop settling and trying to convince myself that I don't want to get close to anyone. Opening up again should be somewhere around the corner. There has to be someone who can sweep me off my feet like he did. Right? He can't be the only one who will ever make me feel like that.