Posted by Anonymous on 2012/01/13 under Uncategorized Why is everything so secretive when it comes to you? Like you have to do everything behind my back if it doesn’t involve me being with you at the time. I don’t get it. Why can’t you just talk to me? Ask me how my day was. Tell me how your day was. I hate it when I wake up in the mornings and you’re just, gone. I call you, even though I know you won’t answer. You refuse to talk to me whenever you do that. Especially when it’s about Gaby. You even have your friends doing secret stuff to where they think I won’t know what they’re talking about when they say she’s around or wants to talk to you or SOMETHING that has to do with her. I don’t care! I figure it out every time. I just wish you would talk to me instead of keeping everything to yourself. Isn’t that what you do in a relationship? You talk to each other. So then why is everything so hush hush when it comes to her. When you leave in the mornings, I’m pretty sure you go see her. I don’t care why, I mean I know she’s psycho. I know how she is with you. I just don’t get why you won’t tell me. Why do you have to ignore me when you’re around her? My calls, texts, anything that has to do with talking to me. I hate it. I hate it with a burning passion. Yet, I know you just don’t care. Why do you show all the other girls who come around attention and not me? Why is your girlfriend the one who is wishing you would treat me like that when your ex-girlfriend is around? Sometimes I feel like you don’t care for me at all. You barely show it.. The only time I see you have the slightest bit of love for me is when you know you hurt me. Whether it’s physical or emotional. I’m so tired of this. Even typing this out makes me want to cry because I have so many feelings for you. All I want is regular attention like a boyfriend should. I guess that’s just too much to ask for. Or maybe it’s just me. It’s always that way, huh? It’s who I am that makes people hate me, leave me, or hurt me. I hate living with this constant pain that you give me. Maybe it’s time to give up… No. Scratch that. F*** that. I said I would fight for you. That’s what I’ve been doing. Where has it gotten me? Here. Writing this because I feel like I’ll get no where with you if I say every word I wrote here to you. I don’t know what to do anymore…