....

this is non-sense. i could message you. but no. i'm a coward. i'm scared. i'm scared you'll be cold. i'm scared of you telling me i was wrong. you know i hate it. though i'm not supposed to. i just don't know. last week i've been listening to your favorite music, your favorite songs, just to find a way to be close to you... i miss you. i miss your moods. i miss you being weird. i don't know. i'm a fuck-up. i screwed this. so bad. i don't have any excuses. i love you so much. i lost you, i know. or maybe not... i just don't know... i want my bitch back. so badly... i am always keeping your message window open... maybe it will flash, but it doesn't. 
i just am afraid to message you... because i know i lost you, and i know...i am stupid.
i've been mean, and yelling at you, when it wasn't your fault at all...
i am sorry.
just know... that you're still the best of my bests... i wish i could have you back.
like i once had you... 

Cateodata, stau si ma intreb de ce eu. Atatea minciuni. Prea multe minciuni. Lamentari si amenintari. Deja nu ma mai afecteaza, sub nicio forma. Insa… doare al dracu de tare. Si nu imi explic cum. Nici nu vreau sa-mi mai explic. Pur si simlu nu mai inteleg. Mi-e rau. Mi-e scarba de tot si de toate. Nu e corect…