i don’t get anxious or giddy. butterflies don’t fill my stomach. my palms don’t sweat. i don’t get excited anymore. needless to say, this is starting to get old already. our “relationship”, for lack of a better word, hasn’t attached me. and granted its all my fault. i have no excuse for what i got myself into, it is what i wanted in the first place. we’re both too afraid of feeling anything at all we have walls built so thick not even each other can break down. two people, too alike, in too many ways.