My stomouch is in knots and I feel like I'm going to cough up my heart. I don't want to cry I really don't. I know I have something good but do I really. What if he doesn't care. I ripped my heart out to hand it to him. I am just hoping he won't shove it back at me. I care so much about him and I don't know where he is or what happend to him. I'm so worried but what if he doesn't care about me? Maybe all this was a joke and I'm going to get my heart broken again. I don't know right now and it's scaring me. But I may also have another choise. I don't know how well I'd be able to handle this heart break. I'm not saying it's going to happen but I'm just scared. And I know I'm making a big deal about this but I'm worried. He hasn't called and he hasn't gotten online so I'm worried. I mean I know this doesn't have anything to do with him liking me. But I'm not going to write about why I'm scared he doesn't like me. I don't know what to do anymore. I know I'm getting way too into things but I wish I wasn't. I wish I didn't have to be like this. I wish I could just live without being such a complainer and everything but I just worry. And I know I anoy the hell out of all of you guys and all my friends and everyone. I wish I wasn't like this. For one day I wish I could be someone else... One day... ~Kristina