I feel miserable. Oh right so here’s an idea! Lets post a blog about it that no one has a chance of reading. Sigh.
I don’t know whether I’m paranoid or this feeling is justified. I am constantly concerned that you just don’t give a shit about me. And I can’t tell you that because you’d take offense. And maybe -hopefully- it’s not true. But I can’t read you. You give me so many mixed signals. One minuite you’re telling me your in love with me, and to stop being so silly with worrying, that I’m beautiful and yours. And the next your texting your friend saying your bored and I sicken you and you stop texting me, and don’t give a shit if I seem unhappy. The sad fact is that I’m kind of scared to talk to you. Half because I can’t imagine you to have a kindly reaction to me starting any fight, and I hate you being angry at me. Half because I’m terrified that you’re just going to hear me, and say, yeah you know what, you’re right. I don’t really care anymore. I mean if you were saying before that you were having your doubts about me…
I don’t think I’ve known a guy to be in a relationship and actually properly like the girl. None of the guys I’m especially close with anyway. I suppose Dan did like Beth, but then he hated her for a year, and is now being a dick to Sophie. Ollie never liked Hollie particularly. At least not after the first few months. Maik is currently just trying to up the number of relationships he can say he has. And Tom completely fucked me over and lost my faith in most people.
I don’t have any experience of a guy actually liking a girl. Which would make you the first guy if what you say is honest. But when does the girl the guy’s with ever know how the guy feels. Hollie didn’t. Sophie didn’t. I didn’t.
Loz I’m sorry, because I really really hope I’m acting erratically and stupidly. But I don’t want to have to be told by my best friend again that my boy friends cheated on me, fancies my closest friend and has got another good mate topless. I don’t want to be fucked over again. And I don’t think you’re the kind of guy to do that, I really don’t. But my judgements not often right, and I can’t read you anyway.
I need you to be constant with me. And honest. I need you to tell me how you feel about me regularly. Good or bad. Just so I know where I’m standing. Just so I’m not constantly wondering why you haven’t bothered to text me.
I’m sorry.
I don’t really know why.
But I’m fairly sure the blame could be traced back to me.