Ugh. Individually these words don’t mean anything special. But put them together in that order, and you have one of the scariest sentences known to man. These words are worst than any confession made by a serial killer in a horror film. These words are real, and although they seem like nothing, they’re very deadly. These are the words ‘Adam’ texted me yesterday. I’m assuming our conversation is about my drunken attempt at trying to satisfy a need both of us want, but don’t actually try anything until we’re both drunk. Conversations like these are ones I am not good at. I am the worst at telling someone, especially someone I care about a lot, my feelings and why I feel that way. It’s something I’ve always had a problem with, and that I continue to work on everyday. But, I’m gonna to talk with him tonight. I’d like to say that I’ll give him a piece of my mind. That I’ll tell him he really hurt me, and that I just want him to realize what he did and apologize. I wish I could tell you that he won’t somehow end up making me feel bad, but I can’t. I would be lying to you, and I’m here writing this to be honest, brutally honest with myself. And trust me when I say it is very brutal. One of the worst feelings is keeping something inside, when all you want to do is scream it at the top of your lungs. I will try to suck less at talking to him, but we’ll see what happens. I’ll keep you updated. Wish me luck!