Tell me.

You always say tell me. tell me tell me tell me. Then I finally spill out everything on my mind. And what do you have to say? Nothing. 

I'm not complaining, I love him with every ounce of me and more. But I can't figure it out for the life of me. There's so much about me and my life that he is 100% clueless about. And he probably will remain to be clueless. I'm not gonna tell him. It isn't that I don't trust him, because I'd trust him with my life. But there's no point in putting everything out there if I'm not gonna get anything back. If you saved up every penny you could to buy some you really really wanted, you'd expect to get it when you bought it, right? If you saved up and payed for a wedding dress, you wouldn't want a chicken back, would you? No. 

That's how I feel. When I finally overflow he isn't there to catch me. But I can't tell him how I feel. Because he gets offended. And then we fight. Like we do every single day. And it's always my fault. I'm usually a pretty bitchy person, and I do and say what I think when I want. But with him I need to stop. Because he doesn't get it. All I'm asking is for a little feedback. This kid is my best friend. He's everything to me. 

(Insert depressing and romantic lyrics by obscure band here.)