once again after a very long time, I encounter that feeling again. The feeling of being unable to trust.
Seems like I've been too careless all this time, eh? Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Either way, I feel horrible.
Is it your fault that you keep doing things that make me feel uneasy? Or is it my fault that I could not trust you and always doubt every little thing?
Oh dear I don't know. It's just that, after all this time, there is still something that we must hide from each other. And it's such a bad, bad thing.
It's so fragile. It could break anytime. And I haven't grown up one bit.
This childish mind in a supposed-to-be-adult body and position makes me scared. I'm just... not ready.