today we were talking about how all the picture frames in your room are empty. you said it was because you hate the way you look. you seemed surprised that I didn't have a comment, like I was supposed to argue with you. believe me, I wanted to, desperately. but I'm so tired of putting myself out there to build you up. I'm tired of the one sided feelings. I'm tired of feeling like I am not enough for you. how many times are we going to do this? I've told you how I feel and you keep stringing me along.