no, really. fuck this. I don't care and I'm sick of trying to be okay and sick of trying to get over it. I'm stupid and fucked-up and half the time I don't say what I mean and the other half is painfully honest and please tell me you don't pity me and can tell which half this is:
I love you. come back, please. I don't think you know just how important you are to me.
yeah, I know, I suck. that doesn't mean I mean this any less.
I wish I had the courage, or the stupidity to tell you to your face again, but I shouldn't. or maybe I can't.
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