why do you do this?
i sit here and think of all the times you've had me feeling like this.
low.
you've left me to fend for myself at least twice, leaving me telling me you wanted nothing more to do with me. but the truth is, i think you like playing this game with me.
testing how many times you can leave and come back and how long i'll put up with it.
i don't know what i want anymore.
do i want you to be there?
i don't know
i honestly don't know.
what are we doing?
do you even want to be my friend? really? then prove it.
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