I hope you read this before tomorrow....
Why do the people closest to me insist on lying to me? Am I really that difficult to talk to? Why can't people just say what's on their minds? Tell me what's wrong. I'm not a bitch if you have a problem, I promise. I'm the one that listens, remember? I was the one that held you when they left you alone. I fed you and put you to bed and stayed with you long after you were asleep, because you were so tired. I was the one that loved you when you had no one. And I'm the one that's been listening to your failed love life for months now. I'm the one that's always there when you needed me. Just tell me what's wrong. I don't think I've done anything. I haven't even talked to you in a week. Call me. Any time. Day or night. I'm here for you. I love you with everything I've got.
Please tell me.
Please tell me.