james is behind me but we’re fighting. another one of those cases when i didn’t care at all to tell him what he thinks he’s supposed to know.
i wonder if he knows how i feel or if he knows that i cry when i think of him at night when i pray or if he knows how miserable i am with him.
i think my opinion now compared to 14 months ago is very different.
i don’t know how to smile anymore.
i don’t know how to laugh or talk to people anymore.
i don’t know what butterflies are like
and i don’t even know what love is.
all i wanted to do was be happy.
maybe happiness is somewhere else.
if you want a new life, you probably never wanted your old one.
the problem with me is, i don’t know what i am anymore.
Issa Talks... Alot 
i dont know what i am either. i want to talk to you again, iss.
i dont know what i am either. i want to talk to you again, iss.
*HUGS*