I’m confused, a little annoyed and anxious.
I’m probably just overreacting and paranoid as well.
I’m lonely and I want to cry.
Frustrated and I don’t exactly know why.
All I ask for is your attention, a “how was your day?”
A compliment every now and then.
A “good night” or an “I love you” first.
I suppose I should be writing this to you, and not my journal, but when it comes to confrontation, I’m the worst.
I know you think we’re okay, you can’t read my mind.
So I’ll just sit here and pretend I’m fine.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 5:28 AM UTC
I’m confused, a little annoyed and anxious.
I’m probably just overreacting and paranoid as well.
I’m lonely and I want to cry.
Frustrated and I don’t exactly know why.
All I ask for is your attention, a “how was your day?”
A compliment every now and then.
A “good night” or an “I love you” first.
I suppose I should be writing this to you, and not my journal, but when it comes to confrontation, I’m the worst.
I know you think we’re okay, you can’t read my mind.
So I’ll just sit here and pretend I’m fine.
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