Paranoid.

Moooodswing.

Fucking paranoid. He won't pick up his phone. We haven't talked in 3 days because of the lock-in. I know I should totally just brush this off.. but I can't. I want to cry and scream and lock myself into  a closet. I don't know what's wrong with me. I hate this.

And this happens all the time. Not just phone calls; even the slightest form of rejection will completely ruin my mood. I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why. I wonder if I have some underlying mental condition. I wonder why he won't pick up his phone. I wonder if he'll ever realize what I'm going through.

I wonder if he will ever read this, and actually care.

I wonder if anyone will ever read this, and actually care.