I was finally able to process everything today. That's because I was finally able to get to my guitar. New song about you. That brings your total up to...three. Is that weird? I just think you should know.
You probably don't read this anymore. I think you should. You should go back in time to 2010. February, March, April. Those are great months.
I can't believe I am urging you to analyze my words. That is so crazy. But I really think it's the only thing I can do at this point. It might do more damage than good, but at least you would know.
There are parts of me I am afraid of - those are the only parts you don't know.
I wonder: Does your mother dislike me now, as well? Hmm.
Yeah, you accepted my apology, but you didn't believe me.
Why am I writing this? It's all so pointless now. It's like in Revenge of the Sith when Anakin has that dream about Padme and he does all this stuff in the hopes of preventing it, only to actually cause it. I did this all myself. It's over and done with.
(This sounds so depressing. That's because it is. I mean, I'll make it. Things will get better, but they won't ever be good.)