And now it's been two months.
I don't think I'll hear from you.
And that'll break me again.
But that's okay.
Because that's how it's supposed to be, right?
I messed up, and now I'm messed up.
I still love you though.
I still love you.
And I'd wait 200 months if it meant you'd give me another chance.
But who knows if I'll make it that long?
This is so pathetic.
Why do I have to keep my promise if you don't?
Whatever.
Nothing matters anymore.
I'm a shitty person.
Just waiting on you.
What a shitty situation.