unExcited

I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to talk to you, as a friend.
I’m sure it’s all in my head but I feel judged.

So you know how you have a dream to work towards? I don’t have that. 
My dreams are always tied to someone else.

The things I get excited about or sad about are always tied to how I feel about someone or how I think they feel about me.

Genuine excitement but it was tied to your excitement.

I never thought about what I would do if I’m alone. I don’t know what excites me. It’s sad.