You know, if you don't want to talk, you need to tell me so I don't seem like I'm annoying you or making a fucking fool out of myself. You can't keep ignoring me. And I absolutely hate that you do. If you do. I don't fucking know. I don't know what I did wrong. You keep saying, when you DO reply, that everything's fine. Apparently not, if you're not going to reply to my messages. Something is wrong. I'm doing something wrong. I can't figure out what it is unless you fucking tell me. I haven't seen you in weeks. And it just seems like you don't fucking care. It feels like you're pulling me along with you and not looking back one time to see how I'm doing. Yet, I'm following you. Yet I'm falling for you. YOU JUST DON'T CARE, DO YOU? Not like you used to. I wish you did. I just wish that I could relive those two months of bliss with you. Before stupid fucking Christmas break. And now it's 2010. Your birthday is soon. My birthday, 3 days after. Please fix this, I've been trying. You haven't. I'll tell you now. You really haven't been trying as much as I have. Yeah, we don't fucking date. But we might as well.

God, man. I love you so much. Why can't you just understand that? Why can't you just love me back just as much? What do I have to do to make you happy? I'm trying. I really am. I just need you to see that I'm trying.

If you break this off, I'll be mess. Do you not remember the words you said a month ago? "I fucking love you so much that if we don't talk after highschool, I won't be the same. We're going to live together whether you want to or not." <- I'd love that. I'd really love to be with you for that long. I really would. Just please fix this. Please.