Lately I've been making everything about me, I'm sorry. There is just a lot going on right now.
Remember that breakdown I had in front of my mom? (I'm saying remember because you're reading this in two months) She made my dad come and check on me. I get that she cares and all------- nothing. Sorry making it about me again.
We don't talk as much. Our one year is coming up. I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. I promise the next chapter will be better.
Good day ma'am.
YOU ARE READING
for you
PoetryI wrote this for you: just the words. I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and for you only. Everyone else who reads it, doesn't get it. They may think they get it, but they don't.
