turn off the radio in my head I hang up and I don't know what to think anymore. I wonder if I'm a bother or if I come off as some ranting girl. But I don't have the anwser and this saddens me. I don't even know if you like me, maybe you hate me? Who knows and I shouldn't care.

I wonder if I'm starting to define myself by what I think you think of me. I've never done this before and it scares me. I don't want to lose what I know of me or what I think is me to some shadow of a person that I can only try to be.

Someday you might see who I really am and you might be disappointed. I'll die that day I think, I can't take disappointment from other people. I don't want to let them down.

And its quiet in here. Everyone's gone for break. And I just get to sit here and listen to silence bounce off these white walls, much like the thoughs in my head.
  ¶ 2:27 AM