I thought we were over this. I thought we weren't going back to this. You've started being an asshole to me again. At least today. You've ignored me all day, shrugged me off when I tried being nice, bitched cause I asked you to wait for me. You're nice to everyone else. My professor in acting today said that we treat the ones we love the worst. We test them to see if they'll still love us. Well, you sure are doing a hell of a job of testing me. You told me you weren't sure you still loved me. Then you changed your mind and said you did love me and you always would. But you're going back to the way you acted toward me when you weren't sure. Do you really love me? Or are you undecided? I wish I could talk to you about this. I wish you would just sit down with me for a little bit so I could tell you. But you can't seem to give me the time of day. So I guess you'll just have to read it here.