I was a fool... his conclusion was my fault. I read my 24 book and there was a chapter where I wrote that I was okay with being a distraction. And then I wrote a poem about how alone I felt and how I was suspicious that he felt alone, and I asked him in the poem if he wanted to kill the loneliness with me. And lastly there was a chapter where I said I wanted to help him...
Back then I didn't understand what I was asking for. I wrote things without thinking of the repercussions...
It's strange how much my mind has changed in a year, because, there's many things I would've corrected.
It's weird looking back and not recognize myself...
