"you are an expert, at sorry, and keeping lines blurry, never impressed by me acing your tests..."
maybe...maybe i am so sick of wondering. i want to......arghhhhhh!!!!!!
what i want is for you to come here....and YELL AT ME!!! i really do. tell me i am wrong. tell me to get a grip. grab me by the shoulders and make me look you in the eye. make me listen to you. and say...everything. just be mad at me. just for once.
because i am sick of being mad at myself. i am sick of my shortcomings...and i am sick of hating myself for loving you, when it seems you couldn't care LESS!!
if i could even hear you say that you love me, the way i love you...my dreams wouldn't HAVE to be the thing that keeps you alive. if i just knew you loved me.
if i just knew IF you loved me
i feel....like if you were here...
i could stop falling apart.
....i'd really like to stop falling apart.