I'm tired of playing games. If you like me, let me know, if you don't, leave me the fuck alone.

I hate playing life like it's a game to be won. I don't want to watch what I do, only talk to you at certain times, and play the prize. I don't want to analyze everything you say to figure out if it's a piece to the puzzle or a clue for the mystery... if people would be upfront about their feelings I wouldn't have to complain in metaphors.
Why are we in junior high all over again? Is this the secret to growing older? People become less mature and life is stuck in a seventh grade loop?

As I said, if he likes me he should just tell me.

Otherwise, go away.