I'm so distressed over this matter that I'm forced to blog about it. And see, I really thought I'd quit blogging. And here I find myself again, writing these pointless things that would only bore another person to death. But honestly, what am I to do? I SERIOUSLY don't even know if I'm loved anymore. I'm too scared to ask. Why? I know that if the love were not MIA then that question would only bear down my loved one, which is definitely not what I want. And I don't even know what effects the question will have. It might even bend the love; if it's the itself. The other side will be offended, I may be considered clingy. It's just... I don't know. What. Man. Woman. Agh. I don't think I'm clingy. I'm just in need of some reassurance because lately all our conversations have gone horridly. We speak differently to each other, I can tell, you should be able to also. We rarely talk as is now anyway. And idk. I'm always getting some half-assed responses which are total conversation killers. And everytime something happens, or when I get disappointed a bit, the blame always gets turned around and I'm the one who ends up feeling bad and stressing over it. So, that's probably why I'm too scared to ask. I guess I'll mind my tounge, keep loving, and hopefully I see it some returned...soon. Anyway, writing this out actually helped me think clearer. I'm the different kind of blogger. I don't blog about my days. I don't dedicate blogs to people. I don't even expect or want people to read these. This is just... Well, I don't know. You know what? I don't even know. Sigh, everything said can go multiple directions. Lifes tough.