I don't need this fucking shit right now. Fuck this. My envy and jealously are plaguing my God damned head. I am practically in love but I have never felt the slightest hint of reciprocation, only counterfeit experimentation. Tell me, God damn it. Just fucking tell me. Every time I see her sad, I can't help but think that it's because of someone else. Ever time I see her happy, I can't help but think that it's because of someone else. I've been told that romanticism is beyond her capacity right now, by her. But I can't help but think that it's simply an excuse to keep me away. I can't help but feel that she just wants to try to protect me, but God fucking dammit, just tell me the truth.