The world shook... Or maybe it was me? Thursday, I was a wreck. All I wanted to do was just hurt myself. Everything shook, I couldn't handle it. I didn't cry, but I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't talk because I didn't know the problem. I felt alone, depressed. It was horrible. I was so out. Then he made it somewhat better. We spent all night talking, until two. But yesterday, I messed it all up. I told him what I did, I made things awkward. And I don't know why. I want to be with him, but I'm scared of him hurting me. Last time it was a disaster, but I'm determined to forget it all. It doesn't matter. It's made me who I am at this moment. And what ever happens will make me who I am going to be. Why not embrace it? I don't want to hold back anymore. If I like him, why not fight for him?