It's not even that you're around. It's the chances I gave you, and the choices you made. Or didn't make. You say one thing, and do another. You want to be friends, but cut me off. I tried. So. Hard. Am trying. Am giving up. Am frustrated, mad, confused, angry, lost, upset. I honestly don't know how to act toward you. Do I keep up my charade of silence or do I continue to push you. I can't say.
I hate that you have control over my actions. It's been so long, I should be fine. But it's like I don't even have a say.
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