[ entry three; april 2013. ]
i've been using up all my time writing these to you, yet you never reply. it's okay, love. it doesn't matter to me if you don't bother replying, i know i've been nothing but just another disturbance in your life.
i'm sorry, for being that way. you keep coming home mad and drunk, screaming and yelling at my every move.
what did i actually do that was so wrong?
i still don't get it, till' this day.
but eventually, we all will forget.
