You.

I'm trying so fucking hard to talk to you, nicely. You're busy. You have tests. You're tired. You're pressured, stressful like crazy. I want you to feel better, to rest better. I'm doing whatever's best for you. Why do you have to make it like this!? You asked me to do things most of the time, I try to listen. I know, sometimes, I don't like your decision, I end up very unhappy sometimes, for missing out something I really wanted to do. But it's okay, at least, you don't have to worry. I let you feel okay, I feel okay too. It's your turn. Youte having exams. You need to rest. I wanna go out with you. I really want to. But whenever I fucked up your exams, I feel fucking guilty that sometimes I sat on that fucking chair in the lab, thinking, how your day would be, now. Are you okay? I've seen that pale face of yours, it worries me. It makes me feel fucking uncomfortable cuz I can't do shit bout it! Yeah, in my long messages, I'm trying to say, I hope you rest, or study, or both. I don't wanna take up too much of your time, I'm a fucking distraction. I need to give you time.

Why are you talking like that!? Why!? Am I not doing this for you? Can you think of everyone? Your family, and my family, and yourself! Think for yourself! If you need companion, then okay. I personally feel that I prefer better mentally satisfied than physically. Cuz when I'm fucking sad, I become tired even if I slept for fucking 10 hours.  But you told me, when you're physically tired, you get mentally distracted. whatever that sentence was, you meant that way. That's why you said, throw, do, sleep. I'm being the bad guy here. I know. But you should know what I'm doing! What are those words for! Do you know, when I listen, I wanna turn off WiFi. I wanna leave. I don't get why. Maybe it's because you're stressed. But I'm trying fucking hard to talk to you, so you feel better! Don't you see!? Starting an argument will just make things worse, I know how's it like, I don't want you to be like that! Whatever you say, kills. You kill. You fucking kill.

I love you. I want you to be fine. I'm leaving the convo. Cuz you'll be fine if I left. Amend? That's how I do it. If you're still not happy, then screw it. Whatever you want, okay? If this Sunday you really want me to join, I hope you remember, thats gonna affect bunch of stuff. You, your time, your exams, your physical condition... but it's okay to me. I'm just worried. And guilty. Take care, okay?