how sure are you?

I'd hate you for bringing me to my class and to my ride, yet you'd still do it.
I told you I could do it on my own.
I complained before about you not fetching me, one rainy afternoon. Yet you apologized for it.
It's lame. It's not your fault.
I know someone who got used to all this and it sort of became a reason for petty arguments.
You're making me weak.
You're crawling in my world and I STILL try not to let you run it.

Is it bad getting comfortable in your skin?

People keep asking me how I feel. Well, I'm happy. Yup, I think I am. :)