"Tryna See Eye to Eye, But It's Like We're Both Blind."

Scared.
Nervous.
Loving.
Worried.
Anxious.
Expectant.
Lethargic.
Complacent.
[in] competent.
Unsure.
Ill.
Bah humbug.

Adjectives.
Yeah those.
I'm all of those, plus about 38 others.
How...you...and...yeah.
That about sums up how I feel right now.
Utterly...
-speechless-
How can you honestly expect me to know what to do in a situation like this?
And how can you continuously keep me on hold like this? It's like a never-ending cycle.
How do you affect me the way you do?
When are you going to tell me? I'm steady waiting for the day.
How do you expect me to go day to day and be just as happy as a lock, when you constantly impede my mood with your overwhelming wit and trifling trickery?
Am I inadequate?
Is that it?
If so, then why would you make all those plans (true, you haven't called them off yet, but who knows what could happen at this point?) and build me up to seem like something that I never thought I was, and then just throw something in like this?
I know you can't help it.
Per se.
But at the same time, you totally can.
You just won't.
So for now, I'll sit here and wallow in my self-pity and adventurous anger, and hope that you see the error of your ways, and just how much you hurt not only me, but yourself when you do things like this.

SHABBA!