You Hate Me! She Hates Me! THEY ALL HATE ME!
I'm feeling crushingly tormented right now. And I very much so know how. Already has my family almost driven back up to my northern haven. Mother insists on instigating a fight. Fleeing from that, here I sit in front of a friend's computer while dreaming of refuge in the arms of another. But I dare not call you again. Damn those voice mails! The words are always just out of reach for me. Plus I am worried about calling during importuned times. Maybe you don't want to pick up, which is perfectly fine if that's your choice. I don't know. Maybe I was reading too far into to things. Did you mean me? God, I wish there wasn't such a fine line between stalking and not caring enough. It's a little hard trying to restrict myself. Coming on too strong at this point would spoil everything. I'm dying out here, hun, so just throw me a sign.