I don’t understand how you can walk around and say that nothing happened. That this never meant anything to you in anyway possible- that you can’t give me a response when it come to the subject of us.

You can walk around and let people talk for you and avoid the problem until it eventually goes away.

It hurts to know that you know how i feel and yet not give a darn thought to say “hey…… i read the letter. and thanks.” That’s all i need. All. I. Need.

You don’t care and it’s like a sharp pain. I think it’s fading but i think that might not be true because when i see you with her and you rather complain about your problems with  her instead of coming and settling the problems with me- it’s like i’m drowning in guilt and shame. That even though i try over and over again you still don’t have the heart to care.

People call you a nice kid but that’s only the facade you build upon yourself. A nice person wouldn’t leave someone waiting outside their door for an answer. You say it’s awkward and i call it unfair. You are as awkward as they come. trust me i know. 

I don’t understand how you don’t get the hint. I’ve left you a few. I want my answer.