I feel as though I’m losing myself. I don’t know anymore. I tired and tried, and now I feel like its too late. You lost me. I wanted to be happy with you. And I know you love me, I can see it in your eyes. But you put me second for the past year and a half; when all I did was kiss the ground you walked on. I was crazy about you. You say you want to work on things, and I know you can see it in my eyes how sick I am of trying. I love you, but I don’t know if I can do this anymore. I’m sick of being hurt, I just want to be happy. You rarely made me feel special. I know I’m not perfect and I’ve made some mistakes. But the mistakes you have made have beat mine by 100. I just need a sign. ):