I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I don't cling to you. It's not because I'm not you're little girl no more. Or that I hate you. I don't hate you. I love you so much. So much that I refuse to believe all the things that I know about you. I'm sorry that I can't trust you, and believe me I'm trying so damn hard. Growing up is hard and I don't know who to trust because I've seen and learned things that I wished I didn't. You've told me things that should've never left your mouth or at least should never have been spoken around me. I'm fragile I guess. I admit it. I always thought I was so strong, so strong in fact that I never thought I needed a hug, kiss, snuggle, safety blanket, or anything. I can see it now. So clearly. I need it, no, I crave it. I crave affection ever since I learned I have no one to trust. And oh God, how I wished I had someone to trust but I don't. I will never tell you how broken I really am. I will never tell you about my bloodiest fought battles. Vulnerability is my fatal flaw. Oh, how I wish I could hug someone right now.