Whiskey I [m.yg]

20.

Sometimes I wonder if any of this is healthy.
I wonder if I'm ever going to be courageous enough to hand you the letters I've been writing.

But since when did I care about my health? I never did, and you, out of all people, know very well that I never really cared about myself.

You did think I was selfish and you most probably still do, but you knew that I never took my meds and all I did was drink.

You knew how mentally damaged I was.

I wonder if writing like the hopeless romantic I am will ever do me good.

I'm sorry for everything.

But hey, why am I the only one apologizing?

You tore me up just as much.