I don’t know what to do. I can’t eat or sleep, hell I don’t even think it’s possible for me to cry anymore. I sit around sipping on diet soda hoping that you’ll change your mind, that you’ll realize what you’ve just done. That you’ll start to care about me again.
Goddamn, if you just gave us a chance we could work. If we actually tried this time I think we could be so much more. But you won’t even entertain that idea. So while I sit on your couch right beside you trying to still be friends I’m breaking inside, what’s worse is that you aren’t.
Please don’t give up that easily on us. On me.
