I used to be an independent person. Nobody had what I needed. Then you came along, why on Earth would you do that. I'm the most messed up girl you'll ever meet. You treated me nicer than all the rest. You pretty much made me love you. And you tell me all the time about how you love me too. That makes me happy, can I just say.
When you go on holiday, and I can't talk to you or see you, I think I go slightly insane. It gets worse over the days you've gone. Starting from having to have minor distractions, going to laying motionless trying to block out every thought.
I depend on you now, and I don't want to. I feel pathetic and weak.
It's your fault I feel this way.
