Confusing. (Chapter 22)

I am no different. I would like to avoid disappointment, but I realize as much time as I spend thinking, I cannot predict everything. But wait, that doesn’t work. I have been through this cycle too many times; not again.

Honestly, there is just too much happening. I have overloaded myself again. How can I feel anything, when my day is spent avoiding complication? I cannot confront my feelings, as much as I want to. I have forgotten how to enjoy those simple moments, I am too busy worrying.

I have always had an idea of what I wanted. Who I wanted. And I have always managed to avoid becoming completely vulnerable. Right when I feel like this could change with him, I stop myself. Who is he? What does he want? He is so different than I am yet at the same time, he is so much like me.