I guess you know that I miss you. You probably know that the moments when I unblock you are the moments that I wish you’d tried to contact me. For all of the shit that I say about you when I really think about our situation, I still can’t bring myself to hate you. I wish I could know whether or not you still care. I wish that I had the upper hand in this situation, but you will always be the one with the control over me. Always. I wish it would stop.