I hate that I’ll see something and want to tell you about it, only to realise that you don’t care anymore, I’ll see that you’re online, and its horrible knowing you’re right there, but I can’t say anything to you, yet just the fact your presence is there comforts me and somehow upsets me at the same time, and I’d give anything for you to talk to me first again, just to tell me you miss me and that you were wrong. I just want to knock on your picture on the computer screen and say hey, hey you! Remember me? I’m still here, I used to mean something to you, remember?