Monsters.

Sometimes it just grabs your heart in between its teeth and it won't let go. This overwhelming monster that tells you things that could be true... but probably aren't... but you never know, do you?
That's the worst part about it. Never knowing. Never knowing what's coming next, or how you feel, or even how you wish you'd feel.
Everything just seems to shift and change and fly by so quickly, and I seem to be sitting in the middle of the whirlwind with my head in my hands, shutting out the howl of the gale.
Never, ever knowing if you've overassumed, overstepped your boundaries, overindulged, overreacted.
Never knowing who your real friends are, if you've put too much faith into one person, if your love for them is lopsided. I'm not talking about Romantic Love... I just mean Love. Worrying and worrying that no one will ever care about you as much as you care about them, that maybe you just attach yourself too deeply or feel too intensely, and there isn't another single human being on the earth that can give that back to you.
It gnaws away at you, this feeling that you aren't needed, that things are steadily getting worse, that if you vanished into yourself, nobody would know the difference. It steadily eats away at your heart until there are only ragged shreds left, dangling beneath your ribs...
... and every time, it takes longer to grow back.