Jul 28, 2004 15:47
Every truck that goes by. Every car. Everytime I hear a voice just like yours. Every bike. Every time I pass our resturant. Every time I talk to one of your friends.
This is hurting me more than you could know. I thought I was prepared, I thought I knew it was coming, but I guess you can never be prepared for this. Out of no where shit happens to me. I just want to be happy, and for once I was ... what happened? What did I do wrong? Maybe if I didn't have a responsiblity you would have kept me longer. I wish you'd take me back. I wish I could do something to get you to love me. I can't sleep alone. I miss you. I'm pathetic. I'm sorry.