This rainbow is turning dark.

I feel like curling up by myself in a little corner.
My head hurts.
(And so does my heart, a little.)

And all night I've been figuring out why I let my emotions get to me.

It's not exactly fun to be so adversely affected by the people around you,
their egos and sensitivities,
their jokes and silly statements.


And You?
I really, really love you.
I wish I could tell you things without feeling bad about what I'm saying,
and what you may think of it.

I'm like that.
Deep down, I'm messed up and I can't seem to stop at one.
I go on and on and on,
and injure myself mindlessly,
but with all my heart.
I'm so sorry.

I enjoy being with you and being enjoyed by you,
and I wish time would stop for us to fall asleep.

Oh God, what do I do?