Maybe

Maybe I really do ask too much? I dunno, I just think that it's normal to want you to feel something. Even to get mad at me. You used to know what it's like, but you've changed so much. So, so much. It's hard to say, but you've sort of become a shell of what you used to be. It hurts. I was happy with you before it happened. I never doubted that you were there all the way, but then you disappeared. You're not who you used to be and I don't know that I will stay in love with this person forever. I really don't know...
Organized, Andrew

Sometimes

Sometimes, I just want you to care. Like, to you, I'm the only thing in the world with which you are concerned. Even when things get ugly, when we're not sure which way we're turning, I'm not the center of your attention. You're more occupied with getting your eight hours of sleep or studying for a physics test that you're sure to ace. I understand that there are other things that matter, but I need to know that I matter most. Selfish is as selfish does, I suppose...