You say two little words probably in a playful way, which bothers me for an instance, but then gets bothersome when a negative emotion keeps flowing my way. I'm getting emotional and I shouldn't be. Your attitude devoids any type of sympathy. I'm constantly thinking of myself, and maybe that's my downfall. I can't escape this feeling. I want an explanation when there really isn't any. The caring seems to have stopped. Or have I just started to analyze the situation too much? Anxiety builds up increasing the blood pressure that I once never had.
I sit at my desk at work wondering if she cares when really she does care because she tells me everyday. But what if, throughout the day, the reducing gap turns and gets wider...and wider...and suddenly it turns into a VOID. A dark void of nothingness. Please, to you who matters most, don't let this happen. I care too much making the little things hurt. I can't control it.
note: no more Germany. I'm on probation still.