Making Things Worse

I felt like she was mad at me so I decided I shouldn’t hold all that in and I told her, sent her an email explaining what I felt, but at first she didn’t respond and then later, when she still didn’t respond, I felt even more insecure, like telling her only made things worse, like how I felt was wrong and sharing that was the worst thing of all. So I’m back in my box, a place to hide and pretend that none of this is real, that I’m dreaming, only I know it’s a dream and I can’t wake up. Can’t wake up.