i feel like i'm mad at you.
but i know i'm not.
i just so fucking confused.
and sad.
and tired.

that's me not taking it personally.

i'm a natural.


maybe it made me realize something.
maybe we're all full of shit?
maybe i wish i hadn't taken the time to explain my self.

maybe it's times like this i think we aren't worth it?
maybe it's times like this i want you to fuck off?

i don't mean that.

i kinda want to
-not die.
too melodramtic.


i remember this.
it's back.
and i hate it.

i thought you could solve it.

i guess i was wrong.

--i miss you--