dear john,
i text you last night. it went something like this:
me: john... [23:42]
me: i lied. [23:43]
me: i'm not fine. [23:43]
me: i'm sorry... [23:57]
you: what's wrong????? [23:59]
you: is it because of me? [00:07]
me: no no no it's not you... if it was, trust me, you'd know about it now [03:28]
and you haven't replied. i think 'cos it's a sunday, you have church. i don't know.
but i think it's important for you to know it's not your fault. i'm just really, really sad.
i hate myself.
love, me.
