The best birthday gift you can give to me is to ponder about how you've been treating me lately and to realise that that's not the way it first started out as, neither should it be continued that way.

I still wish and hope for the same things between us, and I'm still game to work it through, but I'm done with being treated like crap. Emtionally and mentally exhausted. Done.

Hell and damnation, I just wish you'd tell me what's going through that head of yours and that I don't have to be the only one trying to make this work. I wish you'd just feel what I feel for once.

I hope I'll still hear from you after this... My fear is I won't...