Sitting here listening to James Morrison. This dude writes what’s in my head. Listening to sad music and trying to build up the courage to speak my mind. If only I knew how she really felt, it may make things a bit easier. Though this has happened to many times before. Speaking my mind has normally lead to us not being friends anymore. When I say us, I mean a few women from the past. I don’t know why but I just tend to scare them away when I tell them how I feel. I’m legit scared though. I don’t want to lose her.