hi. of course i know what day it is. something personal went on and it wasn’t going to happen. this and many things i can’t tell you and need to share with someone close to me, but i can’t, because you’re too busy playing hate games with me. baby i’m sorry. i can’t be someone who only gets to see you this little. i’d really rather just sit tight with the memories i have. i’m a complicated person who finds it hard to trust people. you’ve lost yours. the longer this stalemate goes on, the higher the wall forms. the distance grows, as does my apathy and not giving a s***. i already told you how i felt last time and things now are worse yet. i won’t let myself go there. the only peace i have on it is that you’re finally getting your way. sorry.