YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING.
HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO FORGET YOU AND EVERY FUCKING MONTH I SPENT WITH YOU?
I SPENT HALF A YEAR WITH YOU.
I FELL IN LOVE...I fell.
AND FUCK DID I FALL HARD.
THE CUTS AND SCARS ON MY LEGS DON'T EVEN COMPARE TO THE EMOTIONAL PAIN I FELT WHEN YOU WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.
I FUCKED UP.
I KNOW THAT.
I TOLD YOU FROM THE VERY BEGINNING I WOULD.
YET YOU STILL ACT LIKE IT WAS A SURPRISE. YOU ACT AS IF I CAME HOME AND DECIDED TO MOVE OUT.
IT WASN'T LIKE THAT AT ALL.
YOU WERE MY HOME.
AND I NEVER LEFT.
YOU STILL ARE MY HOME.
EVERYTHING WAS BASED AROUND YOU.
I'M STILL HERE...
HELLO?
PLEASE OPEN UP, THERE'S A STORM COMING AND MY KNUCKLES ARE BLEEDING FROM KNOCKING ON THE DOOR.
JUST LET ME COME HOME.
PLEASE...
I don't want to be locked out anymore.
