Dear Diary,

Thoughts running through my head like crazy. I don’t know where this is taking me and quite honesty I’m scared of taking this path with you. At the beginning of everything, you already told me that you weren’t ready for a commitment or relationship. I was okay with that because my initial intentions weren’t to get in a relationship with you. I knew I wasn’t ready for a relationship either, I was still trying to figuring out myself. As time went on, I catch myself thinking about you more than I should. I kept telling myself I was only feeling this way because I missed having company and you were giving me that. It wasn’t until we hung out when I realized that I was in denial. I didn’t want to have these feelings. I was denying it because I was scared that history will repeat, that I will once again lie in bed in the dark wondering where I went wrong. Reality is, I think that I’m starting to like you more than I am willing to admit.

Fucked around and got attached to you.