Don't you still love me. dont you miss me. What the heck are you doing that you don't talk to me. That you don't read this. Who are you with and what do they have that I don't. Why don't you want anything to do with me all of a sudden. A week of talking. And after a week you decide you want nothing to do with me. Who did you meet that made you want nothing to do with me. That I'm not worth your time. Not even to read these. You always read these. I just. I don't know. My mind is running with what you're doing. And that sucks. I mean I get that I did a fucked up thing. But do you get how fucked yo it is for me to sit here and think about what you could be doing. I tell you what I do. You don't. I don't know. It's just not great
