I'm sick of waiting for you, but I'm not sick of you;
All this meant was that I'm sick of hurting myself over something that is out of my control. And I'm sick of being so stupid as to allow it to continue. But I can't stop it. I've thought about it many times, and it can't be done. I know this, I know that. And I know you care. But the amount of insecurity inside of me makes me think you could care less. But it's not just you, it's everyone. It's why I'm always angry. Mostly at myself for being that way, but at everyone for reasons that I hate to say. I'm sorry you think I won't believe you; because I will. You are the only person to say all the right things to me. I only act like that because I don't know how else to act. I'm not good with compliments; and you know that. It's different with my writing. Not letting me know you take it to heart, will only lead to me falsely thinking you don't care. You won't bring my hopes up, I promise. Because there's no where to go but down. I know there's no chance, but I can't stop myself from hoping. I can't stop myself from crying over it. I'm sorry if it bothers you. You're not hurting me, I'm hurting myself; through you. Please don't be angry at me, because I can't help it. But I would stop all the writing if you asked me to. Just say it..
