It’s a never-ending cycle.

From hating myself, to feeling okay, then right back where I started.

All the while I’m just so confused about what I feel for you.

It’s been a whole week now. I just want to see you.

I’m sorry if I weirded you out with my texts the other night. I was in a dark place. You were the only person I felt comfortable telling. You clearly didn’t reciprocate that.

I just want to run away and work in a Wildlife Sanctuary or something.

Get away from here. Get away from everything that makes me feel reprehensible and do something I’m actually passionate about and want to do.

Maybe I’ll become a Sea Shepherd.

Who knows.

In the meantime, I just want you to care.