I’m not happy with myself.

i have every episode of courage the cowardly dog on dvd.

i regret nothing.

I feel like I’ve been down the last couple days because I’ve been thinking about you, but the thing is

i don’t know what i want from you. I don’t even think i want you anymore. you tried talking to me and i ignored your message. Yet i get sad when I see you with someone else. I guess it’s knowing that the only reason you tried talking to me was to get something from me. I know you well enough by now to know you’re not just checking up on me, seeing if i’m okay and how I’ve been in our absence of communication. You have a motive. Always. I guess I didn’t respond because I hate knowing that I’m not good enough to care about, at least for you. I care about so little as it is, I don’t understand why I value your opinion so much. I wish I didn’t. I really really do.

i’m missing my favorite show and i don’t even care.

what’s wrong with me?