The Evolution Of A Fairly Local Trash Can's Inevitable Death Recorded On Paper

The Next.

You.

You were not the first.

You were after the one that hurt the most.

I thought you would help.

I thought we could help each other.

At first, things were good.

Then we slowly stopped talking.

And that, that wasn't your fau;t.

I was scared as hell of everything that was happening.

I was scared that since everyone else thought I had to be okay you would think I had to be too.

And since I wasn't, I thought you hated me.

But, I didn't know this at the time, you didn't.

And so I started to push you away.

I completely pushed you away.

I'm sorry.

I was trying to be okay.

I texted you.

We talked.

I said that I was sorry.

So fucking sorry.

You didn't hate me then.

But you definetly hate me now.

I'm the one that left.

NOt on purpose of course.

But I left.

And so you said goodbye.