i've closed myself off to so many things that now, i'm not even so sure i know how to be open.

my best friend would say that i need to grow up. that although i'd like to argue i've by far changed since i first entered college, i'm still the big, whiny baby i always was. it hurts to know that. true or not, the simple fact that it's brought up already saddens me.

i'm not tough, i'm not strong - so much of me cries out to be supported, to be understood. why is it that i can't be? there must be a reason. i happen to believe in most cases there's reasons for everything.