I was such a fool to care about school and my insecurities. I'm sorry my love. You don't cry about missing me or cry about me. Which is a okay. But tears kind of still echo. I'm sorry for all I did wrong. I'm sorry that I was stuck in my own lies and mind. I want to just hug you but I'm a stranger to you. I'm happy at myself, kinda alone but it's okay. I miss how you used to treat me. Nice and kind. But I was such a doofus. Sorry.
I'm not sure how this will go afterwards (bad) but it's okay. I thought you'd see me as the mature grown guy after this but you'll most likely still oblige to your own perspective of me. Even though I've done plenteous amount of things to her that she doesn't even remember. Why? Because that's how she is. Doesn't see who they truly are. Just another folk. Which is okay. It's life. Humans. Love. Feelings. Emotions.
Sometimes i got a little scared, a little mad but when you started thinking about her. It all don't seem so bad.
