I don't know if you still read this, but you know who you are.

I'm fucking tired, okay? I'm sorry that I wasn't able to read through your quiz results. I have enough trouble reading long pieces of writing as it is. I will concentrate when I feel up to it. Don't tell me what to do. I got approximately 2 hours sleep last night, like you did, only you appear to be handling it better than me. Don't just assume that I'm not interested in you because you know damn well that I am. Don't try to blame it on me either, saying that I make things complicated for myself. You think I don't know that? I don't need to be told every time we have a conversation. I will never be good enough for you, and I know that, but I'm still trying. I don't know what more you want me to do. I only do what I can. If you don't like it, then don't bother, okay? It saves us both getting hurt. I don't want to be your constant disappointment.