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It's Not You, It's Me.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I seem to have this idea. I think everyone thinks about you, as much as I do. Even though I know it's probably not true - I couldn't be sure: I'm always stuck inside my own head. But I'm jealous and I'm insecure and I sure do know how to make myself hurt.Sometimes I think I'm jealous. I don't know, but I think I have this idea that you're closer to everyone else, than you are, me. Yes, that should phase me, were it true. Yes, it does. But it doesn't make the fact that I think that right, now, does it? No. Because I don't know it's true. Rather, I know it's not. Hell, I hope it's not.
Then I realise just how insecure I really am. We both know I'm terrified of losing you - I'm scared of everything these days. We both know I'd die without you. Whether it be natural or on purpose - I couldn't live without you. Actually, I probably wouldn't try. That's not to say that you should stay, if you ever wanted to leave. It's just the truth.
I realise that it's just my imagination stretching and squeezing the things I see and wonder until I believe that they're true; in reality, it's nothing.
I go places I know I shouldn't. Read things I know will hurt. I should keep away; stay away. I seem like I don't trust you, don't I? I trust you. More than anything on earth. I've trusted you with everything that made me and broke me; everything that hurt and made me happy. And I have no regrets about that.
It's me, not you.
Classic. Self-centered Amy. What's new? It's always about me. Me, me, me, me, me. Amy.
It's not you, it's me.