Maybe I am trying to hard.

You don’t hardly touch me. You’ve only kissed me twice. I give but I feel like I’m not exactly getting the same reciprocated. 

It didn’t used to bother me, but with how lonely I have been lately, it really bothers me now. You’re the only one who is here for me, but when I need you the most, you’re so… Into your needs. 

I asked you today if you found me attractive, and you didn’t answer me. I felt the tears well up in my eyes, but I didn’t cry. I put on my fake face and braved through it like I normally do. 

I fucking hate myself for even feeling this way still. Fucking roommate. Friends. That’s all it’s ever going to be.

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