Why, thank you!
I fall apart for no reason sometimes. All I want is for Andrew to ask me if I’m okay. I’ve gone on for hours waiting for him to ask. I should just tell him. How could he guess? I just want him to hold him and ask me what’s wrong and let me talk and say everything. Why should I expect that he’s always available for me? He has a life too. What will I do when he’s busy? When I want him to make me cry, but he won’t. He says I’m more important, but I don’t want half of your attention babe, I want all of it. So go do your thing and give me all your attention later. I’ll just wait for you. I need you.