I don't really forgive myself for the shit I do. I don't forget what I've done either.
it supposed to be like that? Everytime, is it really supposed to be like that?
In the end, it couldn't work for either of us.
The irony of it all was that I couldn't handle real emotions.
Wishing you could say "I miss you" or "Please talk to me because I feel so alone" without sounding needy or desperate
And I know that no amount of apologies would ever, ever make up for what I did. But I will try.
But I loved you, you wonderful girl, you amazing miracle of the universe.