After A While, You'd Think We'd Eventually Learn.

Get the fuck out of my head. I can't do this anymore. You can't expect me to sit here and wait for you while you make up your mind or while you wait for your pathetic relationship to die out on its own. You think that I'll just be patient, and when you finally break up, I'll be standing here with open arms. I'm not your fucking lapdog.

It's not that I don't want you. But honestly, I wish that was the case. I hate this bipolar relationship we have. And I hate that you're hiding things from me because you can't even grow the balls to admit them to yourself. I hate that despite all that, you're the only goddamn person I can ever think about. How do you do that? You treat me like shit, and I'm still willing to do anything for you.

I know you care. And it terrifies me. I know that you've sacrificed for me, and you've done so much for me. You saved me. And maybe that's why I'm having such a hard time giving up on you. But this isn't working the way it's supposed to.

I need you to make up your mind. I don't know how much more of this I'll be able to stand.
Oh, and cut your goddamn hair.