I wonder why.
Why I bother.
I'll call you later.
Yeah, how much later?
I fucking hate that. I draw into you when I was all emotionally needy because you said you'd be there any time I needed you. And all I get from you are awkward silences and you drawing back into yourself. Are we pedaling backward?
I can't come to you when I need you. You're not available. You're never available. And you know why? You moniter yourself so much in little peeps, and you're so busy focusing on this that anything that anyone tells you is second hand. There's nothing else.
I love him. It's difficult to trust someone who seems to barely feel anything. Very so. I don't know who else I can go to...
I guess I'm back to myself.
What a sad predicament. 'Sad' as in 'pathetic'.
Psh.
Edit: Don't ask me where this came from.
I'll call you later.
Yeah, how much later?
I fucking hate that. I draw into you when I was all emotionally needy because you said you'd be there any time I needed you. And all I get from you are awkward silences and you drawing back into yourself. Are we pedaling backward?
I can't come to you when I need you. You're not available. You're never available. And you know why? You moniter yourself so much in little peeps, and you're so busy focusing on this that anything that anyone tells you is second hand. There's nothing else.
I love him. It's difficult to trust someone who seems to barely feel anything. Very so. I don't know who else I can go to...
I guess I'm back to myself.
What a sad predicament. 'Sad' as in 'pathetic'.
Psh.
Edit: Don't ask me where this came from.