im tired. like everyone else.
i write words, many times, just to delete it again. the substance is the same.
seasons change. we oftenly screwed, each other. but still, its easier for me to deal with you, than with myself, as usual. and so its kinda impossible for me to forgive myself.
that i feel like now i won't be surprised if u hate me, or worse.
that i feel like im ready to love u alone, by myself, as i used to do with peoples back then before.
i love u i love u i love u. and i dont need anything else. to make u suffer will never be my objective. id rather go.
i love him. and trust him. more than everyone i ever known. and im not telling this for him to stay. im telling this to show how screwed i am. and the choice is his.
mid day sun day
