Can't sleep, and I really need to - I need to get up for work in 5 hours. Fuck.
Sometimes, if I just write down what's running through my head, it gets it out there and I can... stop having this neverending thought process, my mind just spinning round in a figure 8 all night.
I always seem to start arguments late at night, which is so illogical. A sarcastic "Did you have a good night, last night, then?" with an obviously fake smile, and I feel my heart racing as I wonder why on earth I just said it. What's that meant to mean? I think you can figure it out. Nothing, just a huff and sulk and lack of interest.
I know I'm nothing to you, although once upon a time I thought I was meant to be your friend - your best friend, remember? And I know that you don't owe me anything at all, and I'm not your boyfriend, or anything, but... do you think it's appropriate to be bringing some girl home before we've even sorted this mess out? I don't want to come across like some obsessed freak, chasing after an unobtainable love, when clearly you don't want me...
("I don't know what I want")
..Well, you sure as hell aren't going to figure it out by bringing half of Cardiff into the bedroom to find out. You're not going to find yourself a decent girl (or guy) that way, you're just going to end up more and more miserable. And I worry, constantly. Not just for myself, but for you. You can't fill that void with fucking.
Something mumbled and angry, it's not my problem, did he ask for my opinion anyway? No, you didn't, but you're fucking getting it anyway. And I think I did gain a say in the matter the moment you decided to sleep with me, over and over, did I ever get asked an opinion on all this? No. You don't want one. You just want me when it suits you, and whatever fucking plan you've got to figure this all out. So no, I don't think it's being an obsessed freak lusting after something that will never fucking happen, because you have led me on, and I can't let go until you stop it. If you don't want me, just tell me, and we'll STOP this shit, and be friends again, and I'll still worry, but I won't cry myself to sleep over it, I just want to know.
But you don't know what you want. Well, I sure as hell don't. But... I can't live like this.
I'm sorry, I never meant to lead you on exactly...
He looked confused, realising that even leading on is putting it a bit lightly - leading me on would be flirting and suggesting and teasing... repeatedly sleeping with me? What is that? More than even a step further, it's just... agony, especially when I have trust issues with men to begin with. And I let him lead me right through the gate every time, because I'm weak, because I do love him, want him, even now.
I don't care if that never happens, I'm not asking you to marry me, I'm not even asking you to be with me, I'm just asking you to make things clear. Make up your mind. And take all the time you want to make up your mind, just don't flaunt your shags in front of me until you've set it straight.
I'm sorry. I'm such a mess. I just need to think... I don't know what I want anymore. I know I'm being selfish, I really wasn't even thinking. I don't think I realised that you actually cared.
I care, in every sense of the word. If nothing else, I care. |