Hmm

Dear Boy;

There is no words for how pathetic I feel when I'm with you. How utterly disgusting I find it that your so damn comfortable to be with. It's utterly and totally wrong. It makes me want to strangle myself sometimes you know? How I can just treat you like I've known you forever when we all know... I haven't.

But GOD, just when I think I can get out of this shit for once, it comes back. I wish I could pull away, get to chance to breath. But... I don't know.

I'm don't know why I try, you know? It's obvious that we're not ever going to be anything.

... I don't know. I don't know. I'm sorry.