This is the third night that I wont sleep and I have nobody to blame, she's not responsible for her feelings any more than I'm responsible for making her feel that way.
So I'll sit here with my ipod and listen to all the songs that I previously couldn't relate to because I thought everything was so perfect; all the angsty break-up songs of lost love, and I wont complain. She was a fucking blessing to me and if I complained then I'd just be acting greedy. I'm not going to go into detail but I doubt I deserved her. I'll sit here waiting for her answer, and despite what that answer might be I'll be content with what time she did waste on me, although I'll feel sorry for making her waste it.