Why is this so hard?
Why do we have such a good day on Saturday, where you tell me I’m all yours, and all that good stuff, and then for the past two days, you text me one word answers and you don’t even add smiley faces?
I wish you understood how much I like you; how much I want to be with you. I wish I could be yours, and know with certainty that I am yours. Geez.
I hate crying over guys. I’m awful. Can you please just ask me to be your girlfriend? I hate not having a label. I freaking love labels. And I want to be labeled “T’s Girlfriend”…
