I question everything you do.And by that, I mean EVERYTHING.I question who your texting.Who you hang with.Why you look at that one chick the way you do.I shouldn't do it.I really shouldn't, but I do.I don't trust you, although you've given me no reason for me to do so.I hate myself for it.Honestly.But truly, it scares me.This relationship scares me.I'm holding everything against you, for something...

For shit to get hectic.You know how it feels to have so much put on your shoulders,that it feels as if you can't breathe?Well the weight's knocked me to the fucking ground.You step up to me right now,and I'm likely to lay your ass out.5'2' 108 lbs,Yeah I know I don't sound like much,but watch.I'll pick you up and destroy you.Any hope you had in your eyes,will be gone with a flash of mine.Bring...