Second Guessing

Maybe I'm wrong, But maybe I'm not. What if it is what I think, And something could've happened? I'm reading way to much into it. They say otherwise, though. It's nothing. I can tell. But isn't nothing, something? I feel so confused. Do they feel that way too? I doubt that anything that ran through my mind, Could be true. They are all like that though. Well, that's what they said. Who exactly is they? Why do they matter? They matter because it's what I want. What I think I want. If only it would of been sooner, longer. I should of had the guts. But now, it's too late. I guess I can make do with what's there. I have to. But it's fine for now. I'm sure things will get better. Maybe not with them but things will get better. That's what I keep telling myself. Hoping it's wrong. Only because I do want things to get better with them. Because they seem to care. But maybe they don't. Maybe I'm just thinking to much again. I wish I could stop second guessing myself. It's making me even more confused.