I don't feel the same. It's not so much a bad thing. I feel more independent which has a hint of me feeling alone. I'm in control of my own life (or at least I'm supposed to be) but thing's can't really be controlled.

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.

You love me 'cause I'm fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.

For the most part, I know what I have when I have it. I don't think many people do.

The future freaks me out.

"I am not confident.
I know I am smart, but not in the ways that count.
I read people much better than books but I never have the words to explain my findings.
I'm only as funny as I feel.
I think horrible things about people and I let my emotions get the best of me.
I'm really not as nice as I'd like to be.
Or as innocent as you'd think I am.
I am a perfectionist.
I am a contradiction to everything I want to stand for.
I'm a big dreamer with little motivation.
I am really no good at all, on my own.
But I am analytical with myself.
And I don't understand how anyone could ever be cocky or proud when they are aware of all the disgusting things that they think and do, but no one knows.
We're all broken enough to be humble."

"Hard now to picture a me without a you."

The seasons have changed and so have we