This girl I have been seeing for awhile has pushed for a relationship a few times and I keep saying I'm not ready for one, I have too much going on, etc.

She sent me this long text message

"We are't in a relationship, but we definitely aren't just friends. In fact, we're living in the grey area of something in between and we have been for quite some time now.

We always seem to find our way back to each other, no matter how far we may stray. We let each other in with open arms, knowing we are probably the worst two people on the face of the earth to be together. or "kind of" together.

But I can't do this anymore. Relationships aren't supposed to be complicated. Healthy relationships aren't supposed to make me cry myself to sleep at night and wake me in the late hours of the night as my phone goes off, and I don't even need to check to know that it is you. You keep me on my toes, and I know you know - you have me wrapped around your finger.

We aren't what we need, but we have been through so much, it almost seems like we are an extension of one another. There are some moments I don't think I could function without you. There are things I encounter in life, and it's nice to have your arms wrapped around me, knowing I'm not facing it alone. But then there are those moments where I do face it alone, and I need you and you aren't there.

We know one another in a way no one does. We have a past full of regret, and the only good that came out of it was each other. And if you asked me years ago, if our lives would still be this repeating chorus of circles we run in, I would deny it. But, here we are.

There is something quite inviting about a vile poison you wonder will kill you or not. There is something enticing about danger and taking chances and playing with fire, hoping you don't get burned. But we burn each other so deeply, its something that doesn't even hurt anymore.

I want you to know a few things. I wanted us to work. I wanted us to come out on top, with hopes of telling everyone they were wrong about you. I wanted us to come out together of that vortex we each created sucking one another in and spitting each of us out. I wanted us to make it.

I apologize for being a naive girl....I'm literally wrapped around your fingers and you know that for a fact...I gave you power over me and I feel belittled and well a piece of shit...I have never felt like this before...I have never cried myself to sleep...and I keep coming back for more...and more......and more. And this is where I draw the line. I want to be happy and I wish it was with you"

I pretty much said I liked hanging out with you and had a lot of fun. I respect you and if you change your mind about things, let me know. After a few back and fourths she said it is a misunderstanding and wants to working things out. Is this a red flag for crazy?