Tuesday, 31 May 2011
11:40:36 PM (GMT)
I'm sorry that I fucked up.
I'm sorry I'm fucked up.
But, you knew what you were getting into from the beginning.
I'm sorry that I had to end it.
It wasn't because you did anything wrong.
I'm just so fucked up in the head.
Sometimes I wake up, and its not just me in my head.
And all the voices tell me all the things and I don't know what to do.
Because, sometimes they're right.
And the voices fucked with me so much, everything go jumbled in my head.
And I just needed out.
I never, ever meant to hurt you. You've gotta believe that.
I didn't know how to do it, though.
And, then when you started messing with my forest earlier, something snapped.
Everything in me, every single goddamn one of them,
And I cried.
I cried for my destroyed woods,
And for hurting you
And for being such a fuck up.
I'm glad that I helped you with your life.
I really am.
I'm glad you didn't rip your stitches.
But now I've got to fix my own life.
I don't know how I'm going to do it yet,
But I'm going to.
I promise that.
And yes, I still do care.
and I'd really like to still be friends, if that's even possible.
I have the feeling it isn't though.
Last edited: 2 June 2011