Control

I can't make up my mind.

I like being a girl,
Then I hate it.

I like women,
Then I doubt myself.

I love you!
...Or is it just the affection I felt for you, in the six years of friendship before our relationship grew?

I don't want to move on in life!
But I want a job, a house, I want to marry my girlfriend...

I didn't want to meet my father, whom left when I was an infant.
Then he died, and I crave to know if he loved me, to hear it from HIM.

I didn't want to move,
But if I didn't I wouldn't have met her...

I life in confusion.

I can't tell anger and sadness apart any more.