My worry is that you don't think about me. My worry is that you snap a bunch of guys all day sexy photos. My worry is that you're playing me and don't give a shit about me. My worry is that you never felt for me quiet like I perceived you did. How the fuck are you gonna fuck me three times be so madly passionately in lust with me and then just fucking turn things off like on a dime.

What happened? Why don't you talk to me? When we're together you want to hug me but you never want to talk about anything.