I'm scared, you're scared, we've both been hurt. You've been hurt worse, but I've been hurt more frequently. And you keep trying to push me to see if I'll break. It makes me want to give up on you. You're not what I expected, and I don't want a man with kids. With a j****** father who's been controlling you forever, and you don't see it. It's the only thing you know, so you don't know what normal is... I don't even find you that physically attractive. And you dress like a hobo. And you refuse to let me help you. I feel like being with you would be settling...if it were my choice. But it's not up to me, and maybe you will be the best thing that ever happened to me. But right now you just make me sad. I love you, but my stress level is out of control. Eat a whole cheesecake out of control.
I don't know what God's up to, and He's scaring me. He's always scaring me... I don't know what to do, if I give up on you now I'll just be alone...won't I?
Do I love you? I think I do...I was convinced for a time, but now...I just don't know what to do with myself.