The Wish for Solace

Even though you now say to me, 'I love you', I still can't help but feel that they are somewhat empty. You never take things seriously. I don't know what you really mean and what you joke about. I know I should just give up but I just can't force myself to quit. It's like gambling. I always think that the next minute will be the minute you turn around and answer me.

I'm sorry for being so bossy. It's gotten to the point that I hate myself. I cry myself to sleep. I woke up this morning, having only fully slept four hours, with dried tears all over my eyes.

I want to be happy.