The worst part about love..? Everything. Not knowing. Not knowing if it is real. Also knowing that it is real. Love plays on your heartstrings. Plays you like a piano, really. Makes you do things you would've never done. It makes you do things you don't even want to do. And the best part..? I wouldn't know. Every time I try to feel it: love, I... chicken out. I put my walls right back up again. I don't let anyone in. Don't take it personally. I once had a cat. I never let him cuddle up my toes... I didn't want to get "attatched". I don't want to get attatched to anyone. And people ask why I have no friends... I don't want to love anyone. I don't want anyone to love me. So... why did he?
~~~~I'm not sure if I should continue this! You know, make it an actual story.. If ANYONE even reads this and thinks it has some potential.. please comment! I want to know if I should even give this a try!! Please help me out, I'd apreciate it very much! (:
