Look, I need to talk to you.
I get it. I get that you don't want to
talk to me anymore. I get that you don't want anything to do
with me anymore. You only talk to me when you need somebody to
listen to your problems, because no one else will. You only need
me when you have nobody else, because you know I'll be there.
If you don't care about me enough to at least drop me a text
once in a while, even after I told you I miss you and wish
we'd talk more often, it would be nice if you had let me know
before I became love sick over you. I don't even know why I
still have feelings for you despite the fact that you
couldn't give two damns about me. You don't understand
how much it hurts to send you a single text because I'm
afraid of what you might say. I hesitate to text you because I
don't want to come off as clingy and annoying. I miss how we
used to talk every day for hours and hours. I miss how we'd
send eachother a good night text followed by a good
morning. I just miss us and the times we had. You have no
idea how much I regret being the reason of our break
up. I'd do anything to prove to you that I can be so
much better than I was before, but of course I could never tell
you that. Really, all I just want you to know, is that I'm
deeply in love with you. I still love you so much
Nothing. Whats up?