I'm scared about things. Some things that I've told you, some that I haven't... I don't know if you care about me or not, but I'm guessing it's the later, yet other times, I think you do care. I like talking to you - it's nice having a face to face conversation, someone to listen to what you have to say. But while all this is there, you intimidate me at the same time. Every time I'm at your doorway, I feel like turning around and running away. I feel like that scream painting. I feel like I'm always bothering you and feel like people know what were talking about, but I'm too afraid to ask you this. I would talk to someone else if I could, but you're the only option I have.