I'm sorry.
I was ill last night and said the things to you that I have been waiting to say for three months. You responded with a twisted and yet very true statement. I was stuck in aw. I didn't know what to say because I didn't want to believe it.
You always ruin my piece of mind when I am having fun forgetting about you. I had finally thought we were done. Don't you learn anything from I say to you?
I was ill and I am wondering if the reason I was so sick is because of you. I find myself fucking speechless when it comes to you. I get angry and you don't even notice it. You pretend that the vibes you are giving off to me do not exists. I don't understand. I don't understand you. I want out. I don't know what I fucking want.