I hate arguing with you. I hate falling out with you and not hearing from you for a while. Excuse me for being worried about you. Excuse me for asking you to take a break even for an hour just so you can chill out for a second.
I know your exams are in 36 days. Mine are in 37. I know that working for 12 hours straight is how you work, and how you have worked for 3 years. Doesn't mean its healthy. In fact, it's very unhealthy. it's counterproductive. I don't care that you got all A's and A*'s (well I do obviously) but that was only at the beginning. This is 3 years later. You've been doing this for 3 years. Its gonna take its toll.
Don't pull that "When you get to A levels you'll understand", because you've only been doing them for 2 years, meaning that first year was GCSE's. What am I doing? My GCSE's. So you can shut the fuck up right there.
Listen.
I am worried about you. I'm so worried about you. Replying to a message I sent at 8 pm, at 3 am? Guess what sunshine, that is bad for you.
I'm sorry for being a pain, I'm sorry for being in the way. But I am so fucking worried about you. This. Isn't. Healthy.
I love you alright? probably not the same way you love me and I am slowly adjusting to that fact, but I m worried about you.
Maybe I should just give up on you entirely and leave you be forever.
And ha, you know me, if you asked me to do that, I would if it made you happy.
