Dear you,
I'm so confused. Too confused. How many times must I tell you before you realize the hell I've gone through? I can't help but listen to a song on repeat, hearing the words repeat over and over, like a broken record. I can't hear anything, feel anything, be anything. I'm filled with a sense of uselessness and bitter pain. I still wish you'd be mine, before it's too late.
sincerely,
Me.
