For My Favorite

I was going to write and pretend as if I didn't know you were going to read this, but what's the sense in this? I'm glad in a way you wanted to read it, and hope you don't get upset by anything I've written; wasn't my intention. But I do hope, on the opposite end this all doesn't go to your head, in the entries where I've complimented you! ;)

I gave this address to you because I think that what you're saying to me is true; I keep in too much. I try to be honest, but it never comes out right sounding and I always feel I've left so much out by the end of the phone call. I process information so quickly that sometimes it doesn't all register into words, and I just fail miserably and say one thing when mean another. I try. Honestly, I'm very shy. And we've never discussed it but I've never been involved with someone who wants to know all about me, right down to my bodily habits. I know I come across as cold and unfeeling, but please, understand that it is hard for me to admitt what I'm feeling, I've spent alot of time trying to ignore it as I'm not always sure what effect it has on those around me and know that, if the feeling were fleeting, I'd regret admitting to it once it were out. Sometimes I get mad for no reason, or get sad simply because I want to be, and it's hard for me to define what I'm thinking and why. I don't mean to confuse or to annoy, it's just I like to think everything out entirely before I speak; for fear if it wasn't thought over and scrutenized, I'd never get out exactly what I want to say.

But now all the secrets are out; you can see them here. I hope you understand.

This is me. All I have.