I’m so fucking angry at myself. I keep telling myself you’ve changed. You have. It’s just not the complete 180 that I secretly prayed for. You call yourself a monster and I would literally fucking give anything to let you see yourself through my eyes because I couldn’t see you as anything less than a superhero. I’m painfully and madly in love with you and I made the mistake of telling you. You don’t care. Things like that have absolutely never been a care to you. That’s ok. But I’m drowning in my feelings. You honest to god string me along telling me you love me, that I should take us being together forever into serious consideration but then tell me about some awesome date you had and how excited you are for the 2nd one. ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! OR MAYBE AT THIS POINT IM THE PSYCHO. I would be willing to accept the fact that we are just friends but you keep my in fingertips reach just in case you feel like hooking up or You need someone to kick it with when your plans with other people fall through. That kills me. All I want is for you to be happy. Why can’t you want the same for me? Please just define our relationship. Are we just friends or are we more? I need to know so I can figure out how the fuck I should feel.