I love you. And you love me. So we should be just perfectly happy in love, right? Then why is it that I feel so betrayed, so manipulated. So taken for granted, and tossed around like I'm just your little bitch. I ask you why you're angry. "Because you won't make out with me" you say. "Because I want the attention" you say. Really? You feel like you can't just talk to me? You let your emotions control your actions, and only when I start to cry is when you realize how much you've hurt me. Why must it come to that? Why can't you just love ME, all of me, unconditionally, and accept the fact that sometimes, I'm not going to be happy. I have major depressive disorder. It pretty much controls my life. It's a struggle to get out of bed in the morning, it's a struggle to keep my head above water and remain happy. And when you say things like that.... those douchebagy things that make me want to break up with you right on the spot... well, it makes me wonder how much I really mean to you. And why I'm even in your life. What is it about me that you value? Why do you even stick around? Am I just your morale support, your ego boost? The girl who pleases your sexual desires, your trophy girlfriend that you show off to all your douchebag friends? I don't want to be that girl. I want to be your girlfriend. I want you to be in love with me. And I want to be in love with you. But I don't know how much longer I can do this. I'm beginning to wish I never even met you. You hurt me almost as much as you make me happy. I've given you so many second chances... but when should I give up?