I know that I can be erratic when it comes to my feelings. I realize I throw the word love around. I know. I do not need you to tell me so, I do not need you to act as if you know me better than I know myself.
Why does it matter to you? Why do you even care about the terms I use to describe my feelings? You have never felt it either, so I truly do not think you have any right to contradict me.
I'm sorry that I'm happy when you are not. I'm sorry that I make you feel left out. I'm sorry that you don't like my humour. I'm sorry that you don't like to be there for me. But, what kind of friend acts that way?
I know that I need a shoulder often. I know. But, that is just who I am.
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