Dear diary,
Does it matter? Do I matter?
Why is it that i persist? why do i keep going on with this same old story line of my life. I'm here watching my friend play the piano, and all i can think about is her (yeah i know this sounds cliche, but whatever). i mean, I'm no better when i comes to talking about my feelings, but cmon. This is almost every single day, a new problem, a new issue. why is it that every time she has an issue, I'm always the bad guy. i go over to comfort her, but...
She doesn't want it? She does want it?
When i have to problem or issue, and if i don't say anything about it, and she tries to comfort me, I'm still the bad guy?
How is it any different?
Everyone tells me, "its how girls are, in terms of emotions, they differ from the male species". But does this really matter when you are in a relationship?? shouldn't we both feel free to tell each other what we want?
Does it matter?
I know she matters to me. But do i matter?
Thanks for listening,
Shadow
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