Maybe you are not sure but I am. I think I am.

It scares me how I'm getting used to some things. You told me you don't expect anything. You're lying. I think you're lying. How could you not.

I don't want to try because there isn't a point in trying if it's not going to end well. I don't know why others can't see the end when I do so perfectly.

I'm too flighty. It's not that I'm not good. I think I'm not right. Not right for this or for you. People should be looking for something that fits. A puzzle, a temporary missing piece that is finally found. Maybe I'm not a piece, I'm too much or a work. Maybe I'm the glue, the motion that bring and witness other pieces come together.

Even though I'm not right I hope I didn't make things bad for you. That's the last thing I want. Really.