Do not read this. Seriously, It's just me clearing my mind. Don't do it, you'll regret it.
I love you so much it makes me want to throw up.
I’m pretty sure this is what Hollywood would call being “love sick.”
Or maybe i’m taking the term too literally.
It’s not the greatest feeling. And it’s not like I can just stop.
Trust me, if I could, I would.
But it gets worse…
I think you might love someone else.
And as more time passes it becomes more and more of an unfortunately undeniable truth.
…You’re the first person to make me cry in years.
I remember it being relieving, but I guess i’m doing it wrong.
Because I just feel helpless.
I guess that I can blame all of those damn love songs and romantic movies for my high expectations of how relationships work.
I thought there would be some reciprocation.
Were you just pretending to be interested? Were you bored? Was I the easy target?
Please, don’t feed me that “if it’s meant to happen, it will” bullshit. Why don’t you just punch me in the face with a big “fuck you” stamp, so that I can wear it around like a nice shiny “participant award.”
Give me a straight “No.”
I’m through with all of your pussyfooting.
Set me free.