Sometimes I wonder about complete openness. What if someone you knew everything you thought, everything you meant, everything you really are or were.
I'm not sure how a relationship like that would turn out.
But what if that person was still completely in love with you. And you were just a jerk.
I kind of feel like that. What a drag I am. I just keep falling and dragging him down with me.
I keep stumbling, right after refusing his hand to help me along.
I don't get it.