I feel the distance when we hug. I feel you wanting to pull away. I feel the love that's not there. But I keep coming back for more. It's like the child that puts their hand on a hot stove top and then never does it again because it hurts. But the difference is I keep coming back and burning myself over and over again expecting to get a different outcome. I expect him to love me like I love him but I know now that it will never happen. He's too messed up on the inside. He doesn't know what he wants, who he wants, or how to handle it. And I keep expecting him to know the answer when in the end he'll never know.
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Romancetoday i missed my therapy appointment so I wouldn't get any more behind in school. My grades are slowly slipping but so am I. My grades determine my future but without my sanity the future does not matter to me. It's a constant between wanting to be...
