i cant keep checking up on you anymore. as much as id love to know what you're doing... if you're happy... i cant help but feel disturbed at the fact that you're happiness is non-related and independent of me.

you can break my heart in a few sentences.

sadly, it doesnt look like we'll ever be friends again. it will be too hard. too complicated. after all, ive seen you naked.

but ill wait for that call, or text message, when you can tolerate seeing my face without wanting to fuck it, or stab it.

secretly you miss me too. i know this for sure.