Letter to the anonymous..(not really)
Tonight I’ve come to the realization that, I think I’m being bullshitted. I just don’t understand it. I’m “doing it to myself,” But I’m not sure anymore. I’m unaware of your intentions now. I have dreams that your intentions with me are in the negative. I’m sometimes wondering whether or not you want to be here. I question if you’re tired of me. Like maybe you need some space, Maybe we need some time apart. Because it seems as if you’re getting sick of me. The last thing I want is for our relationship to get worse. I think we need to communicate with each other, We don’t talk. We should go out on dates, get out and away, get lost somewhere..lol. All in all, I think you really just don’t give a fuck about it, and I don’t know why you’re still here, because, you don’t seem like you want to be…Just something random.
― Marilyn Monroe” —