Starvation.

I’ve been this way for two whole days except last night, two other people ganged up on me. I wanted to run to you but I remembered I woke you from your sleep and you weren’t too happy about it.

Right now I’m just starving because I refuse to go out and show my face. See their’s. There’s this ache in my stomach, not from hunger but because it doesn’t know what’s yet to come.

I stared at my ceiling thinking how you called me names and didn’t care what my family thought, and then I remembered how we had some really amazing times together, and then I’m back to the idea you don’t care any more…

Confused.

Disappointed.

Hurting.

I bought this really pretty dress to show off to you, but I’m afraid you don’t care about it and don’t about me. Am I being

                                                                                                 seflish?

I am. But I’d like some assurance because I’ve pledged mine to you.