It's been years and I cannot event know why I'm still feeling that way. Why I want to torture myself that much whenever the night's coming and everyone's sleeping. I want to shout that loud you could hear me from wherever you may be. I want to shout that loud you could become deaf by now, realizing what you've done. I don't trust myself and I'm afraid of being alone; I want to be the kind of girl you think I am but I simply can't. I was fine while in Mexico. I just had to look at the girls he could have slept with to feel good. Well, let's say better. I am afraid of trusting him even when loving him so badly; I am afraid of letting him see me naked and I want to hide myself under the sheets each time we are about to make love (or have sex, I don't care how you want to call it)
