So, okay. You already know that I think you're a better person than you've convinced yourself that you are. And I think you probably feel that I'm starting to border on pathetic. I mean, I would, too, if I were you. The thing about you is that you make the choice to be nice, and by making the choice, that means you have a good heart, no matter how much you convince yourself you don't.
You confuse me, and I think it's because .. you care a lot, but at the same time you're not very emotional, and you've said so yourself. Remember that night that you were 4-in-the-morning delirious? That blew me away, and that was the real reason my head felt foggy the day after. That was confusing, but great. It felt like something important happened. Or it could be me blowing things out of proportion again. And that day you discovered you had feelings for that girl, and you were all, confused and stuff? I hate myself for this, but I was jealous of her.
I have a lot of problems, I know. And, I go in these continuous cycles of emotion that never stop, and I'm sure you've realized this by now. I'm surprised you still hang around after how much of a headcase I must appear to be.
I care about you a lot. Probably more than I should. For that, I apologize. I know you don't want that, but I can't really help it. You're just such an awesome person that I can't see how you don't get more people feeling the same way about you.
Sometimes I'm afraid you see me like I see throw-up girl.
