You know what. I hope you read this. I hope you know how little you’ve done for me yet I always put you before everything. I hope you know how many torturing nights you put me through and expect me to always be there for you the next day. I hope you know I don’t have to be dealing with all of this, yet I am. I put my priorities aside and basically put all the time and effort I have into you. And I hope you know that besides the words that you have given me, you’ve given me nothing. The time you give me doesn’t make me feel any better because more than half of those times you’re hiding me like I am some kind of an unwanted monster. I’m not asking for you to give me everything. I’m not asking for anything at all. I just need some reassurance but all you’ve been giving me are doubts. It is nights like this where you become so ignorant of my feelings that it makes me extremely upset with you and I just want to stop trying.