Another shitty day so far. You talk to me, if one can call that "talking," but I know you don't want to. I don't know what to do. I don't want to give up, I wanna talk to you, I don't wanna lose you. But I feel I'm just annoying you. You're such a good thing that happened to me, but for you I'm probably just another guy you met online and that in the end just wants to eat or date or whatever you think of me now after that thing I did. I just want you to be my friend and make me happy again like you used to.
Our friend invited me to spend the afternoon with you and him this tuesday. I really wanna go but that's up to you. That's your thing, and you guys seem so comfortable together. I answer that I want to go but only if you want me to. I hope you do. I wanna be with you, I wanna say I'm sorry looking you in the eyes.
Talk to me, explain what's going on, say something. I wanna know what's happening with you, with us. Damn, I hope that you never see this blog, too manny things I have not the courage to tell you. You wouldn't care anyway.
