You don't understand. How I feel. My mind is like a maze, and frankly, I haven't been through it all. I'm still caught up on how I entered this predicament in the first place. Lost and confused, is my love for you, my love for nearly everyone. Still trying to comprehend how, someone as gifted as you, chose me. How could it even happen? God must've slipped up because I know for a fact I don't deserve you. It's painful for me, to see myself doing the damage, causing the problems. Why do I do it? Shit, I don't even know. Whether it be a Freudian slip, or my subconscious becoming absent at times like this, I still do it as myself overall. I want it to stop, of course I do. I want to live happy, with the one and only person I love. I want that white picket fence and three stair step children. It's possible. But impossible at the same time. I want you, trust me, but just not right now. I met you at such a young age that, my childhood, Independence, was dedicated to you. My loyalty, dedicated to you. Ed past tense. I'm sorry.
