I don't know what's wrong with me. Sometimes you look at me like there's nobody else in the world, and sometimes you look at me like I'm a stranger. Some days I hardly think of you, and I go about my day and I hang out with my friends and I have a great time and you don't cross my mind. Sometimes you're gone for a while and I don't miss you. Some days, for reasons I don't understand, when you're gone for a while, I can't think about anything else, and my heart hurts and I just miss you terribly.
I wish you could either just like me, or not. I'm tired of this confusion. I wish you would either come in or stop knocking at the door.
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