I wasn't mad at you today, I was more just frustrated. I felt like I'd put so much effort into helping you get where you needed to go and then for you to just make that decision on your own felt like you blatantly disregarded all the effort I'd put in. I mean, I know you didn't mean it like that but that's what it felt like. It's just that I never really know how you feel. Sometimes you say or do things that make me think you really do care, but then when I ask you point blank question the answers say you really couldn't care less. Like when I asked if you would be upset if I slept with someone else and you said no. Or like when I suggested we cut things off because it'd be better for you and you didn't even bat an eye. It hurts. All of it. And it's just all around frustrating that I can't just tune you out like I've done to other guys; you've gotten under my skin and every time I try to walk away I can't. I'm worried that there won't be another cup of tea like you. I'm in love with you and I don't know how to tell you.