Another time I'd be fine with it. But today I am asked of grades, a minimal thing I say to myself, but it makes my throat tie a knot and make me not want to say it, I kept being asked and I give no clear answer.
I haven't heard from you today and my mind is flooded with thoughts. I know it's just my brain throwing wood to a burning fire, I try to ignore it but it's growing all the same. I love you, but I'm an idiot, and a worthless one at that. Regret.
I either cry myself to sleep tonight or devote myself tomorrow to end it all, and all for some letters on a paper
