I’m sorry, I wish it were easy.
Whatever/c’est la vie
I should have given up a long time ago. Now I’m just trying to hold on to memories.
I miss complaining to you about my skateboard injuries.
It’s 9:55 am. This is around the time that I would have called you and ask if you want to go on a walk.
I’m laying down instead. It’s 9:57 am.
I hope you’ll forgive me.
I don’t care anymore whatever.
I just want you to know that I always loved you. I’m sorry everything ended up the way it did. The truth is, I wish you could love me and I wish we could try as hard as we can to make it work. But, I know it can’t be. I’m sorry for all the trouble.
“I’m tired of fighting…”
I give up. Sorry for the trouble.
