i fall apart anytime you come around, and i’m sorry for how that must have made you feel. i should have looked through your point of view to see what it’s like to have a piece of shit fall for you. so this is my attempt at an apology. i’m sorry.
“And these sleepless nights. tossing and turning. The second most important part of me is untouchable. We had one night and not enough time. We all make mistakes. There’s nothing I can do. It’s just a part of life. Welcome to my life. This is me.”
back to the beginning. it’s the end of me. i wonder what it would be like if i didn’t know you. deconstruction of autopia. we agreed, if given a chance, we’d do it again. we’d do it the same. yes i feel sorry for you.
“The awkward transition of weaning myself off of you. Hearing your voice brings me crashing down. The crusade against my sanity is going well. I never wanted to be bitter but I’ve lost faith in us. I thought I’d know you forever, now I just wish this would end.”