Rant #2

This is a plague. Its an epidermis. It starts from one part and then it creeps its way to the other vital organs. One whole bloody vortex of vexation thats consuming me to the very bits.Constantly getting under my skin. You're unfathomable. Another enigma , exactly what i asked for. I dont get you at all. At the end of the day you've had this crappy right to the pit of earths core day and you just wanna meet this one particular person and the feeling is mutual. Now , over one plankton-like misunderstanding , we've landed in some sorta season finale of a reality cable. And the plot? Its blatant : To create a mountain out of a molehill. LITERAL PREDICAMENT LITERAL OCCURANCE. I want to see you in the flesh instead of exchanging brief chats on the other line , in the flesh and i miss you. The mere sound of your voice keeps me at ease in the speed of light let alone the sight of you. So how can you not get this. Cause in the end after incessant pleads my endeavours are all to no avail when it comes to you. You dont listen. You never did because your anticipation towards me skyrocketed (for some god knows what reason) , especially when the idea of me letting you down filled your whole being. You're acting as though i've commited a sin. And in its own snail-like way this whole predicament of ours is embittering me in every angle. I dont want you to prove your points and i dont want to prove my points , whos at fault and whos got a halo above the head. Its knackering and downright juvenile. What do you want to get out of this? Out of me?