But sometimes I think you don't know anything about me. 

Sometimes you don't understand how much it matters to me.

Sometimes you act as though you don't know how much you mean to me. 

Words. Simple words. It hurts.

Don't you get it ? Don't you understand ? 

Those words completely robbed me of everything that I thought to be real. 

Everything I thought you knew to be real. 

It invalidated everything . Everything I have ever said, or done , or felt. 

Every conversation. Every memory. Everything. 

Because when you doubt me, I doubt myself. 

Don't you get it ? Why don't you understand ? 

...Why can't I make you understand?...why can't I make you believe?...

I feel so inadequate.