Sometimes, I really, really can’t help but feel that you are humoring me and yet trying to protect me from being wounded at the same time. I-I don’t know if it’s my paranoia acting up or if that is the truth. I’m not sure if I want to truly find out either. 

But I can’t help but feel that I’ll never be enough for you and maybe I’m wasting time having some kind of feelings for you anyway. Since the odds of them being returned are starting to look a little bleak.