Write her a letter, send her a flower, love only gets old if you let it.

I fucking hate that I’m so extremely sensitive. I fucking hate that I get attached so easily and when I do I lose myself completely. I fucking hate that when I express my feelings they come out completely and utterly wrong and not in the way I wanted it too. I fucking hate that I’m always afraid people will leave me. I fucking hate that I’m never good enough. I hate how emotional I get.