Saturday, May 4, 2013 | post a comment {0}

My problem is that I care too much. I care too much about things that don't care back. I can sit on a computer at one in the morning, crying my eyes out as I compare dozens of restaurants' menus, reviews and distances from a train station. But I mean, let's just laugh that off because that's just my personality and I'm just OCD. Ha. Ha. Ha. And let's sit here and listen as you say that I'm basically expendable and exactly like the two girls that you've ever had extended convos with. Reassurance is over-rated anyways. But let's laugh that off too, and write it off as your personality and your tactlessness because you still love me on the INSIDE, right? Because even if you don't show it to me at all, the mere fact that blind faith can be put on this statement is enough, right? And I mean what can I say, me hobbling around in shoes that are killing my fucking feet just to appease to you is the perfect metaphor for this all and let's just laugh as I tumble onto the ground.