i hate this.
i want to be comforted. i hate being so selfless. i wish i could make everything disappear. it's becoming so tense, so hurtful, so harsh and cold. what did i do to deserve this? i hate that i'm not even given a chance to say goodnight, take care, and i miss you.
it's frustrating the crap out of me. even after i put in so much effort, there's nothing for me to reap. it's as good as facing the concrete wall of a deserted town. i hate crying. crying makes me weaker. and i hate you being upset most of all.
do you love me? are you willing to give it all up for me?
convince me. persuade me, show me.
let me never doubt again.
let me never have a reason to cry again.
i don't want to find out that i've given all, risked myself, and did everything for nothing.