Dear Cali
You fucked me up big time.
I can't sing anymore. Every time we have to play that damn song, that one song... I tear up, my voice cracks. Why does that happen Cali. You've said sorry so many times.
You don't need to. You really don't.
I know what you are doing. You aren't saying sorry to me, not really. You're saying sorry to yourself, you're saying sorry for screwing things up for yourself. But you didn't.
I didn't have a choice in this Cali. I was leaving anyway.
The truth is I stopped caring. It happens.
I don't know why I'm still writing to you. Or, for you.
...I'm sick of this nonexistent feeling, Luke xo
