Let's just say: Today is a very painful day for me.
I feel heartbroken , tortured, confused, stressed and love-stricken.
And maybe losing control.
I wish you knew. I WISH SO BADLY that you knew. And you like me back of course. If not, you might as well don't know.
I am not making sense. I HATE BEING SAD I HATE IT. I HATE BEING FUCKING SAD.
SAD = SUCKNESS.
I rather be a sucker than be sucked by sadness.
This sucks.