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i stayed over his house last night because i felt scared and alone. i wanted to feel someone else by my side, i wanted to wake up with his body close to mine. but when i left him, and laid in my own bed, i felt different. i didn't want to wake up later to see him, i didn't want to pick him up from work, i didn't want to hang out with him. but when the time came for me to see him, i did. i couldn't help it. i need him. i'm a needy person. but i can't shake this desperate feeling to get away from it all. i think though, the minute i leave, i'll regret my decision and want to come home...back to him.

at this point in time, i don't think he could even take news like this.