dear john,
i want to forget about you.
and i mean to never have met you, or fell for you, or let you help me, or relied on you, and to not be wondering if it would hurt a lot less if you didn't exist.
i can't work out if you actually care about me.
i want you out of my life if you won't give me a straight answer, john.
do you love me?
but i don't want to know the answer. not yet. it's going to hurt when i hear the word "no."
love, me.
p.s. my wrist stings.
