At least to me.

Honestly, I’m not complicated. Very simple. BUT I can be oblivious to things.

You see, I feel like women play these little games. They like to make guys feel like they have to figure out what is wrong with them.

Like it already doesnt bother us that we don’t KNOW already what’s wrong with you/what we did wrong

On top of that, you want us to FIGURE IT OUT?! Come on now. Just tell us what we did so we can solve it instead of dragging it out and possibly making the situation a lot more worse.

I mean, I’m just saying.. seriously.

It really has been too long. Good, bad? I don’t even know where to start. Lately, I feel like we’ve been growing a part. I know I’ve told you before, but I just feel like you don’t see it. I feel like I’m just not up to par with you. Sometimes, I feel like I don’t know you at all. I know you’ve told me I was boring before. But, now I’m starting to believe you’re getting bored of the relationship.. Of us. You always seem too busy and in return, I try and add more and more things to my list just so it seems like I’m as busy as you are. But, I guess I can’t keep up with that either. I understand that you really have no choice but to be busy.. And I feel like that’s what happens to couples. They get too busy for each other. I always thought that we were a “perfect” couple (my definition of perfect), but it seems like it got out of hand. I know I’m just laying out feelings right now because I really haven’t felt like this in a very long time. I don’t miss it. At all.

But really, I feel like we’re falling a part slowly. Just little things. Like I when I saw that you were watching a movie today. Thanks for the invite. Really. Your own boyfriend. You really had no excuse to not even shoot me the invite. You dropped me off at my car at 8 and I went to the gym around 9 something and got done around 10 something. I’m pretty sure I could’ve made the the movie. No, I’m definite. But to no avail, you failed to communicate with YOUR OWN BOYFRIEND. Really. I know I should be talking to you instead of blogging out all my thoughts, but I really don’t want to argue. I hate arguments. Well, I like them, but I hate them because sometimes they just end up nowhere. Waste of time.

3:35 AM in the morning. Tears are still rolling out of my eyes. This is ridiculous. I haven’t cried in like two years…

Men cry.. Men cry

I have anxiety problems sometimes.. I just never show it.

So I come to you, oh dear Tumblr of mine, to blog my thoughts unknown to the world,which I prefer to hide, since I consider myself a man of whom is able to turn the negative into positive. But, sometimes a man must cry, though I am not literally speaking. I am only speaking in a sense of.. Where do I belong in this world? Do YOU know where you belong? Riddle me that.