Let's Run Away From Reality, Darling.

Babygirl?

Here I am; crying over you.

I can't stop thinking about you.

That's all that is on my mind.

Just you.

I really am a mess. You don't seem to understand that. I already told you that I have these mood swings and I overthink too much when I care.

But, the main questions I have for you are:

Do you even care anymore?
Was I just an object to you?
What did I do wrong?
Was I too emotional?
What happened to the feelings you said you had for me?
Was I just a waste of your time?

Was it even real?

I think that I love you..

Isn't it sad that I can write about you, but I can't say these things to your face?

I'll just keep crying over you.

You probably won't even notice.