(no subject)
Dear You:
I'm sorry.
No.
That's not right.
How could you do this to me? News that comes out of the blue, convulsing moods.
Then again, I am mad at you for things that I do myself.
It doesn't change the fact that you are wrong. No matter how right something like this feels, it would never end well. I'm going going to pretend like I know you better then anyone else, but I know you well enough to know that this will only end in badness.
Yeah, I don't know what exactly you're getting into, but then again neither do you. A decision like this can change your life forever, and you don't know what direction it will take.
Sure, I'm just a bystander and have no control over you or your decisions, but all I can think to say is I'm sorry, and I hope that is enough.
I'm sorry.
No.
That's not right.
How could you do this to me? News that comes out of the blue, convulsing moods.
Then again, I am mad at you for things that I do myself.
It doesn't change the fact that you are wrong. No matter how right something like this feels, it would never end well. I'm going going to pretend like I know you better then anyone else, but I know you well enough to know that this will only end in badness.
Yeah, I don't know what exactly you're getting into, but then again neither do you. A decision like this can change your life forever, and you don't know what direction it will take.
Sure, I'm just a bystander and have no control over you or your decisions, but all I can think to say is I'm sorry, and I hope that is enough.