MINIMALISM AT ITS BEST.

come to a conclusion

I'm staring at my phone.  Waiting for something. Something from you.

Truth is, I'm obsessive about you.  I wait for your phone calls for hours; I stare at your photo and daydream of us; I am completely jealous of every girl that comes in contact with you, or any girl (or even boy) that can get your attention; and I am overly paranoid of losing you.

I know when you leave me, I am going to fall to pieces.

I know it's going to hurt me very, very badly.

Which is why I think I'm so quick to push you away.  I'm afraid of that hurt that comes with the end of things.

I cry just thinking of you telling me its over.

This is why I act like I don't care, when deep down I'm hurting so much more than you'll ever comprehend.

This is why I get mad so easily when you lie to me and hide things from me.

Because doesn't that signify a turn for the worse?  When you feel you have to hide things, completely normal things, from me?

Maybe so.

What am I saying.  I am totally the one that fucked this relationship up.

I still don't think you'll get it.  Get me.

Chances are you won't even read this until weeks after I'm over it.

I love you.
I hate myself.