Some times, I feel on top of the world. Then you say ONE stupid thing and I instantly feel like shit and have all these thoughts about breaking up. Then, I just tell myself I’m too sensitive and I should grow some ladyballs and learn to take criticism. Then I go back to loving you like crazy.
I don’t even know. I really love you. But, I’ve noticed that after the break, you seem….tired….of me :( I keep asking you if you really want to stay with me, if you’re sure you don’t want other girls, but you say you’ve always wanted me. I don’t want to hold you back. Fly free if you want.
Maybe if I was prettier and had more friends, you’d actually want to stay with me and skype with me a lot. You wouldn’t be too busy all the time.
You’re driving me crazy and insane and I have no idea where I’m going and I hate that. I fucking hate it.
Maybe this is what it feels like to be alive.