Sorry this is short, but I’ve not slept enough lately and can’t bring myself to write anymore. Goodnight.
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I hope that works the other way because my intentions are not good at all. I don’t know how else to phrase this. I thought I could say these things on the phone tonight, but obviously, I couldn’t. I’ve never been a speaker. I write, you know that, I know that. I know what I want, but that doesn’t really mean it’s for the best. I’m just scared is all. I don’t want to face that rejection, I don’t want to face that at all. I’m a “fool to think” that you would come back. Love me or not. I realize now that’s not really the question. I thought it was. Namely, the part about how we'll never be anything more than what we are now. After last weekend, I had somewhat convinced myself that the past was history and we were writing our own lives... it just sucked me into reality and you know how I do so hate being in the real world.
