I’m constantly trying to figure this thing out.
Do you want me or not?
Because when its cold its still not that cold.
And to be honest?
When it’s hot it’s not THAT hot – I mean it was at first.
But that was at FIRST.
The very beginning when ooooh!
Just the thought of you – well…
And now you’re just taking this for granted.
All my stuff…
How dare you just draw out these feelings and not follow through?
What the hell is wrong with you?!
This was not the game I signed up for.
And that right there – the last sentence…
You will never know.
(That’s the saddest part.)