Thoughts I release.

Im sorry.

I don't want to be seen as a bully in your eyes.
I just care.
I don't want to be manipulative.
I fucked up.
I don't want to be like my dad, cause that's what he was.

I'm trying to help, show I care, in anyway I can.
I understand I'm going the wrong way about it, but I'm trying.

I'm confused on what you want.
A future with me? Or without?

Sooo many mixed signals,going on here.

I'm proud of you. I will never admit that, unless I truly believe you deserve to know.

I'm just so under stress it's not funny. I secretly just want to crawl up into a ball with my other half, an never wake up...

I love you do much fatty. Please forgive me.
Goodnight my handsome man xoxo