I've come to a point where I don't want to tell people some things you've said, because they judge you when I do. I feel protective of you. That's ****ed up. I know this, and yet my stomach does these stupid little flips, when I think of you. And I still crave for your approval and validation and affection like my life depends on it. I know it doesn't, not really. I have been through enough bs in life to know better. I'm so damn angry at you. And you. Don't. Get it. Shouldn't you get it? Why don't you get it? Shouldn't you be able to accept and hold my feelings without judgment? Even the angry ones? Haven't I given you all the tools to help me? And why do I want you? Why can't I stop? Are you just pushing my buttons or do you not know what you're doing? Or am I messed up enough to not understand you? Please, please step up. Yes, I want all the things from you. That's been made clear. But it doesn't matter. I expect just one. Do your job.

I'm not really that fragile. I've got thick skin and an elastic heart. What do you have? Show me. Do your part. Please.