And by get my way I dont mean s**, so chill. I mean getting back into your life. I miss you. I wanna do s*** right. I’ll jump through whatever hoops you tell me to. I don’t blame you for wanting to make sure I’m not actually dangerous. But if I’m meeting your therapist, I want you to meet mine after. It’s only fair. She can defend me to you after your therapist inevitably tears me apart and psychoanalyzes me. I’ll brave whatever the f*** you want to throw at me if it ends up getting me closer to you dammit.
