I'm sorry I feel this way. I promise you, I know it's not exactly fun for either of us. I'm sorry you have to put up with my over excitable obsession, and my suicidal rantings. I'm sorry that you have to deal with my mood swings, and never knowing what I will say next. I'm sorry that from time to time I'll ignore you. I know I'm a terrible friend, but sometimes I just need the time to clear my mind, so that I don't have to make you carry my burden with me. You say that its fine just to share it all with you, but I don't want to upset you. I know my possessive obsessions are creepy as hell, but it's my way of dealing with things. I know its not healthy, but it takes my mind off of things. It stops my mind being consumed by the darker thoughts. The fantasies of death. The guilt of living.
I'm sorry you know me.
I'm sorry you call me your friend.
