Full head

My head is to full. I wish I could sleep some more. My throat hurts, my ears hurt, I feel generally sucky.
There is just so much going on in my head. Choices to be made, people to get to know, things to be done. It can all seem a bit to much for one person to handle.

I need soup.

Somehow, soup always makes everything better for me. Both physical and mentally.
I doubt myself too much sometimes, think everything over too much. I try to interpret everything arround me, even if there is no meaning related to me in things people do. I’m afraid to loose, afraid to care or love, because that inevitably leads to loss.

Tuesday someone asked my about my first loss, without realising it. I told him, everything. We were standing outside the restaurant, smoking a cigarette and I told him everything.
My first big loss happened years ago, I must have been 15 or 16 or so, but it still hurts like hell sometimes. I feel guilty, I feel as if I didn’t do enough. It was something that scarred me for life. I had nightmares about it on a nightly basis for years after that and I still do sometimes. I just closed myself off, stopped loving, stopped laughing, stopped living and pretended to be doing great.
Arround the same time, someone walked into my life.
Let’s call her “Kid”. Kid forced me to open up to her. I didn’t really want to, but she became my best friend.
Kid and I have this odd relationship. I will always be there for her. Whenever, whereever. If she was to move to the end of the earth, all she would have to do is call and I would go, no questions asked.
After she opened my doors again, and I started letting people back in, I lost some more, I loved some more, I laughed, cried and cared again.

Right now, these ancient scars appear to be closer than ever.
Something inside of me stirred. I was growing feelings for someone. I really don’t want this, something so intense. Can’t really stop myself though. I’m just setting myself up for loss and more scars.
It’s not what I want though, I want things to work. I have rarely been so afraid of feeling, caring, maybe even loving.
Why is it so hard for me to just say everything that is in my head? I want it all to just go away, but I’m terrified of actually pushing him away by telling him how I really, really, really feel.

I realise that he probably reads this blog at some point, so I should have just kept my big mouth shut/fingers to myself…
Well, if you do read this, you already knew how I feel, so don’t act all surprised about it ;-)