"You never write about me like that."
As I showed him the abundance of entries concerning him, all of them which weren't viewed by him for the first time, I came to realize that the words I say are completely replaceable and, at the most, meaningless.
How depressing is it the number of times you have to show the person you love what's important to you before they understand? Name my favourite band.. and you couldn't. Music is beyond important to me. One year of what? Wasted memories?
I remember every detail and I just don't understand how every new memory, as insignificant as a sexual innuendo, can hold much more weight within your memory than the memories of your loved one.
The honest truth of how I feel is unappreciated. Petty arguments blow up into mounds of disgust and misinterpretation until you receive some sort of sexual favor from me and it's as if we never had these disagreements. Is that healthy?
I sit here and talk to you, I spill my heart and soul and the extent of your feedback is you grabbing my ass and telling me you're sleepy.
I'm afraid to sleep because of my intense paranoia and your comforting words are "go to sleep".
The comfort you've settled into has gone way too far. We may be in this together but I'd like some sort of sign that this is true rather than claiming it during a disagreement.
I'm jealous of the relationships the people around us have. Are you completely head over heels in love with me? Would you do anything and everything for me? Are you proud to point me out and say, "yes, that's my amazing girlfriend"?
I have done more for a close friend than I feel you have for me.
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