I credit all my mood swings to you. You keep me on the edge. You keep me guessing. And I keep on clenching my teeth and clamoring for your attention. This is becoming unhealthy - sickeningly and saccharinely unhealthy.
I wonder why you enjoy torturing me. Are you even aware that you're torturing me? And I wonder why I enjoy the torture. Maybe I've grown so desperate for you love and attention that I literally put up with anything just so you'll notice me. God I'm desperate. And shallow. And I probably need medical attention because God knows that I need help.
<insert heavy sigh>
Oh the things we do for love and reciprocation and attention! I probably need a slap in the face to be honest. I need a giant wake-up call to finally let go of something that's never gonna happen.