Oct 21, 2011 03:25
I'll tell you why I'm upset.
it's harder than I thought.. feels like I'm trying to do a research paper.
It's a Thursday. You're home early. I'm alone. I thought you'd just at least ask. I thought you'd just at least tell me that you want it.
I feel so frustrated. I don't want to be the one asking everytime.
But I want it. and I miss you. and I miss that feeling.
You don't even mention it anymore.
You don't tell me that you want it. want me.
I'll tell you why I'm hurt.
we both know that our time is running out.
you're going away in a couple of months.
I'm staying.
our time is running out.
there won't be an "us".
yet still.. you don't even want to spend this much time left with me.
you're too busy chasing your dream.
well, good for you.