In a conversation we never had
me: I'm incapable of giving up, so don't hate me for it. Please?
me: It does hurt me when I think about how I'm still trying and you're not even concerned anymore.
me: I still hope that my efforts will pull through, you know.
me: But they probably won't. You don't trust me much now.
me: To think I'd even imagine conversations with you because I'm too scared of actually contacting you and not getting a response, like how it's been for weeks. It's pretty pathetic of me. But I don't know how I'm supposed to give up.