I'm supposed to talk to you, ask you what's wrong. I know I can, but I don't want to because I'm afraid of what you're going to tell me
i think it is pathetic that i wasted that much time on you, but i look back at how i felt when you did pay attention to me (when very rarely you did) and it makes is all worthwhile. i am still hung up on you.
I can't get over the fact that you left me without even telling me why and bye
I hate how you act like we're nothing but strangers. I miss you, I wish you knew that.
i hate it when you don't read my blog. it makes me feel like my thoughts aren't important enough for you.
i'm really starting to like you, and its your fault. you instigated stuff to happen between us that night, i didnt choose for it to happen and i didnt choose for these feelings to happen either. the worst part is, i know you don't feel the same way. thanks.