Its not fair that I cry everytime I read something that he sends me. I don't think its fair that he has to write ten thousand ways of saying that he needs to get away from me when a simple "no, I can't do it" would've sufficed. Yeah, I do have a love jones for him.
Yeah, he has a right to run from me if he doesn't feel the same way. The fucker had plenty of time to realize that it was a bad idea to stay over my house weeks before the shit hit the fan. The fucker knew I liked him before New Years weekend and yet he stayed with me anyway afterwards and on subsequent weekends and weekdays. Yeah, I'm bitter. I'm bitter because I don't feel its fair for me to hurt when all I did was open my heart to somebody who made it quite easy for me for fall for him. You don't want anybody to emotionally cling to you, don't fucking stay at my home for fucking 48 to 72 hours at a time and eat my food and treat me like I"m your goddamn daughter.