...I needed to vent... in the form of a verse from a song...

♪Playing mind games, Playing mind games.
No one knows what u  want
'cause you can't stop
Playing mind games.
Those mixed signals,
You keep on a  sending
Are soon...
Gonna get thrown back in your face. ♪


It's probably crap, but I don't care. The person that it's directed at? I'm sick of them expecting me to be there at the wee hours of the morning to talk to them. Sick of getting sick from lack of sleep because I want to please them, not in any non-platonic way, but just in general. Sure, I miss them... But hell... Give me some slack. Contact me in the day time; talk to me in person. Take that 300m walk. Stop being a flickhead, please. For my freaking sanity.

Soon, I'm going to get the strength to not talk to you everytime you want me to. It's taken me almost two years to get to the stage I'm at. You are treading a thin line. I can't stand to continue receiving mixed signals from you. If you like me like that, show it. If not, tell me; then stop sending mixed signals.

Yet with all of this going through my mind, I still can't bear to lose you. If you don't get your a*** into gear soon, I won't really have a choice. You will be the one missing out, for once, not me.

You will probably never read this, but that doesn't matter. I've vented for now, and that's all that matters.