Oct 17, 2004 16:05
I fucked up.
He doesn't even wanna talk anymore.
I don't blame him.
I didn't know how to end the conversation.
I miss him.
He hates me.
I would, too.
I don't deserve him.
He deserves better.
He knows it.
I know it.
Unfortunatley.
I can't believe I acted that way towards him.
He told me he wasn't capable of being hurt on that level.
But I HAD to go and prove he was.
I made him cry.
I hate people crying.
I wanna be held again.
I wanna listen to hardcore bands doing old cover songs at 11 at night when I was suppose to be home 3 hours ago.
I wanna sneak out and see him.
I want to see him smile.
I want to know he cared.
I want another chance.
Just one.
I'll make it up to him.
God, if you exist, please let him know I'm sorry.
Please let him know I love him.
Please don't let me walk away from this.