Being alone is starting to take its toll

[sexifulness]

I don't know how I love you this much. I spend all my time loving you yet full of rage and envy. I'm too close to you; every little thing you do affects me. I am constantly hurt (unintentionally) by you. This dependence isn't good for my mental health or my heart. I'm too fucked up to be dealing with how I feel but that's probably how this all started. I have unreasonably expectations and too much hope. If I could live without you, I'd say we'd be better off not friends.

I know you know I care but you'll never see how much.