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I think you make things hurt.
And I really don't want you to read.
You make me hurt.
You make having mutual friends hurt.
You make having mutual interests hurt.
Your name hurts.
Every word hurts.
Every memory hurts.
It just.
Hurts.
And as far as I know, you don't wanna change anything about that.
So I'm doing what you want.

You were still the only one I wanted to talk to last night.
It felt like everything I knew was about to fall apart.
But I couldn't talk to you because you hate me.
That's what it feels like.
Because to me, what you said was basically "Fuck off."
I don't want you to read this.
And I'm sorry that I couldn't actually say this to you.
I'm sorry about everything.
I'm sorry.
DNR.

I'm wishing for you to say you forgive me.