[amystery]

I'm in a city and university with tons of people but I've never felt so alone.

I still worry about you. I keep telling myself that you've got a lot going on and just can't come on. I'm not sure I believe this totally but telling myself that is easier than believing you don't care about me at all.

I refuse to tell you how scared of failing I am because I know how much you already worry about me. I don't want to let you down. I'll struggle through but I'll make it because I have to. I'll keep telling you that things are going alright and I'll tell you what you want to hear. Because even if I'm not okay...at least you'll be okay thinking I am. Maybe that's some twisted logic but it makes sense to me some how.