I love you.
You know this, I know this.
And somtimes you tell me that you love me, too.
I always listen to your problems, your issues and everything else that bothers you, but then there the things that you don’t tell me… and tell me that you’re not telling me.
I’m fine with that, I’m ok. I will listen to anything you want me to, regardless, it’s what friends are for.
MY problem is that you never seem to give a shit about how I feel. You NEVER ask how I am, you never seem to fucking care! So I never tell.
And on the rare moments you do ask, you show as much interest as if I had commented on the color of the grass. You just dont seem to care. I don’t care who you love, or hate. I just want you to be happy. SO STOP PLAYING WITH ME! If something’s wrong but you dont want to talk about it? Fuck that. Fuck YOU. It drives me crazy. You won’t hurt me by telling me anything. You really won’t. What hurts is you believing that I can’t handle something. And I want you to either care, or don’t fucking talk to me, because I’m fucking tired of it.
Right now, it just feels like a hot white burning rage mingling with depression. If you aren’t going to do anything about your problems,then you have no right complaining about them. Sorry, that’s life.
I love you