It gets to a point where things are unfixable. It's my fault. I fucked up more and more. I can't deny that. Maybe it's time to just get on with my life. Which is barely there at all. I can't stay locked into the past, look what it got me.
I know you won't believe me, but I'm sorry for all the hassle. I appreciate your time and effort with me. I really do, not that it did anything. And that's not for your lack of trying. You tried. I failed. Time and time again. There's always a place for you in my heart.












