write some stuff that perhaps i shouldn't have. maybe it was out of anger, maybe it was just stupid.
waiting is hard, needed to vent, but sorry for the words.
the most sorry one is not you, but me. i'm the one that is evil and bad and everything else. if there was a hell right now, i'd be in it, the deepest part.
the future ahead of you is bright and shiny, do not think that the life and path you are on is a sorry or sad one. it's not.
i walk down that road, and not you. understand that deep inside me, everything that went on and happened, you are still there, reminding me of everything and why i cared for you.
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