Message in a Bottle
Posted in patheticism
You.
I don't care if you read this anymore. I've had it. I have to let this out or else I'll pop a nerve in my brain. Seriously. No its not your fault, so if you're not interested in what I have to say then you can stop reading now.
Cheesy. I just know this is gonna be a really cheesy one.
I honestly forgot how this feels. It's been years since I felt this strongly about someone. About you. This isn't some last-ditch effort to make you change your mind. You've made your point very clear to me. I just don't think I can give up that easily is all. What can I say? I am stubborn.
Pain. Here comes the really sappy part. You felt pain, and I felt it too. I took a backseat when you made your choice, and I hate the thought that he just used you then tossed you aside like a rag doll. And he has the gall to ask you how you've been? I just don't get it.
Him.
I read your blog. I think I have a better understanding of what you're going through right now. I wish I could be there for you. I really do.
Me.
I want to believe I understand you but I don't. I know its just me. I keep twisting the truth around too much that I fail to see your real point. I know I've said this too many times, but I really am sorry. I didn't mean for us to end up like this. I was just doing what I felt was.. real.
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