oh, just love me right already.

i keep having to restrain myself, i have this urge to call you, & excitedly explain how i hate you so very often, & can, in fact, move from love to hate to love several times all in the same hour.

i want to tell you with glee, "you make me so miserable sometimes. it's been a week, & i really miss sex with you."

but then i remind myself that you would find this extremely upsetting, & even see it as a bad thing.

i simply do not understand your crazy logic.

but i have hope that one day we'll love eachother the same way, & you'll understand what it's like to really wish i were dead, or maybe in a coma so i couldn't mess around with other people.

until then, i'll just have to be happy by myself.

before & after