Late again! Fear. Waking up alone after going to sleep next to someone. You have no clue what you did wrong or if it's nothing at all. I woke up to a new reality. That everything that happened over the last few days was very real. We really aren't friends. He doesn't want to have anything to do with me. I can be cruel and mean and he has had enough, but the stubbornness in me will blame him. Why is he done? Why can't he commit? I am trying to just write what I feel down so I don't make the same mistake of telling him in a fit of rage. But do I really owe him that? Must I be this polite? Are his feelings supposed to be that important to me? Whether the answer is yes or no, I still feel this way. I still feel that I love him more than anything.