Ykw idk how to properly think about you. It’s probably the fact that I’m lonely and hormonal. Fuck you, you picked the worst time possible to spawn in my life yk. It’s kind of an idiotic situation, you’re one of the only people I’ve acted so retarded and degenerate with, maybe cause I was nervous or maybe cause I was dizzy, I don’t know but I let myself relax much more than I should have, and because of this. I’m pissed, quite frankly, and embarrassed. You really fucked me up in the head. And I don’t really get why. I’m just confused, like really fucking confused. I don’t get you at all, I can’t tell what you want or what you think. You don’t really say shit yk.
I’m sorry for bothering you. I’m stressed mf.
I sincerely wish I don’t pose as an obligation or irritable to you.
I wish I could be like you, or maybe your friends. I wish you could actually have fun with me, and that we be on equal footing. I wish I’d have knowledge about your interests, so that our chats could actually have some sense and relevance. This is a waste of time on both sides. We don’t benefit eachother at all. And the problem lies in the fact that I keep reaching out to you. I’m sorry about that bro. I just can’t help it. I’m always thinking about you, about what I’d say or you’d say and how i should respond. I can’t sleep I can’t focus. I either feel like shit or absolutely euphoric.
I probably don’t love you, this is most certainly infatuation. But yk I really wish I did.
you’re one solid mf, or at least have all the capabilities to be one. I wish you the best. Idk , I really don’t know. I don’t want to meddle into your business anymore. Cause I have no ideea what I’m doing. Fuck you man fuck you.