I don’t know OK! I don’t fucking know. and I already told you to back off a bit. you didn’t listen, why? why? can you tell me? is it because I asked for more time before we sleep together? is it because I am so fucking Klutz around you. why didn’t you listen dumb it!
you ruined it.
or maybe it was me again. I should probably just give up. adopt a cat, or maybe twenty and named them after characters from Harry Potter. you don’t like the series, I guess that was suppose to be my first clue.
I am not fucked up. do you know how hurtful that was for me to hear? I know I am clueless when it comes to relationships. I know I have problem opening up. but I told you, do you have any idea how hard it was for me to tell you?
I don’t like it when people ask me what am I thinking or how am I feeling. that just makes me closed up even more! and I told you that when you just did not give up.
I said I am happy with the way things are going, why wasn’t it enough for you? you say you don’t know how to read me, that I am a closed book. but you are pressing the pages so hard the book is falling apart.
we had a good time tonight, laying in your bed. for the first time since I met you I thought to myself ‘hey. this might work’.
I do not need help ‘communicating with the world’.
I do not need ‘to work on myself’ ‘ to better myself’
and you don’t fucking know me enough to say that to me.
and now you lost your chance.