I would have never guessed that in two years you'd be the one to talk to me. I guess all of a sudden it actually hit you, or it just haunted you after all this time. But you never took into consideration about how I feel. Not once did I cry over you after all this time, and suddenly you do something like this. You know id come running back to you, and you know that I know I could never be with you. So why? You hurt me, and I wanted you to hurt too. You at least deserved to suffer the pain that I did. I've always wanted to go to you whenever I felt bad. I mean you did have the tendency to make me feel better. But now all you've ever given me was insecurities and anxiety. I'm not the crazy one for ignoring you, you're crazy for thinking that I'd actually be okay with you.