i hate it.
but recently, i’ve found myself wiping tears away from my eyes at least once a day.
i need to know that you care as much as i do. and i can’t tell. and i guess i will never be able to the way i wish i would. and the frustration is unnerving. and you’re so freaking far away.
and i want to know that i’ll figure out my life at some point. because i can’t fill in all the blanks right now. and i was okay with it until two days ago at lunch.
and i wish just once you would tell me that you were proud of something i’ve done. because i’ve tried so hard. and i’m folding from all this pressure.
