Rant rant rant

“ are you mad at me? “ do you want the honest truth?? I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m mad at you or in love with you or jealous of you. You have so many people around you, so many that love and care for you and I have jack shit! But despite that I’m sure that I’m the last person you think of talking to. I’m sure you go to text Adam or whatever the fuck his name is and Penny and fucking your teletubby club before you even think about me. The amount of times you’ve left me on read, ignored me, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so pissed at myself. 

Yet I love you, I love you more then the sun itself and if i had an option I would shape it back into a star to put in your hands if you so simply ask. I hate that I love you, I hate that I love your stupid face and your stupid laugh and your stupid everything. I wish I could stop loving you, but I can’t. It feels like we’re connected to a string so tightly that I can’t help but claw at it, while you tie your string to another.