Im crazy for thinking that my love could hold you... [
The last couple of days have been utter hell. My insomnia has reached killer point, and I would rather die than suffer from it anymore. I haven't slept at all since Monday, and I keep going dizzy; not to mention the incredible aches in my stomach as well. Plus, to top it all off, I'm choking on a large mouthful of confusion.
Since I started going out with him, things have changed. We don't talk at all anymore; apart from one or two words by chance. He avoids any subjects to do with love, emotions or/and our relationship (if there is one). I just wish I could get a straight answer from him for once, and not have to be lingering in the shadows wishing for a miracle to happen, just so I could be noticed. -- If he is reading this, I just would like to let him know that I'm on my last threads; if he does not tell me what has happened to us by 11pm, Sunday 24th April, thats the end. It will be Asta La Vista, good riddance. No more 'Greetings and Salutations' Just down right mega-bitch moods. Every. Single. Day.
Going away from that subject now, I'd just like to tell everyone that tomorrow I make my way to the stupid, dirty, smelly hospital for tests and what not; just because my doctor is so thick, she can't tell what is up with me. I just think it's stress and/or possibly lack of sex. Heh. Most likely for me.
Well, I can't be assed to write fuck all else now. This is your lot. Bye.
-- Oh, and Hun. Don't forget. Sunday 24th April -- DeadLine --
Since I started going out with him, things have changed. We don't talk at all anymore; apart from one or two words by chance. He avoids any subjects to do with love, emotions or/and our relationship (if there is one). I just wish I could get a straight answer from him for once, and not have to be lingering in the shadows wishing for a miracle to happen, just so I could be noticed. -- If he is reading this, I just would like to let him know that I'm on my last threads; if he does not tell me what has happened to us by 11pm, Sunday 24th April, thats the end. It will be Asta La Vista, good riddance. No more 'Greetings and Salutations' Just down right mega-bitch moods. Every. Single. Day.
Going away from that subject now, I'd just like to tell everyone that tomorrow I make my way to the stupid, dirty, smelly hospital for tests and what not; just because my doctor is so thick, she can't tell what is up with me. I just think it's stress and/or possibly lack of sex. Heh. Most likely for me.
Well, I can't be assed to write fuck all else now. This is your lot. Bye.
-- Oh, and Hun. Don't forget. Sunday 24th April -- DeadLine --