i fucked shit up. i’m good at that. i’m like a hurricane, but not in a cute, Harley Quinn kinda way. i mess up relationships by accident, hurt people and run away when it’s time to apologize. when i finally apologize, it’s too late. i’m really good at that.
something else im good at, going inside of myself. i like hiding away in my own mind, i’ve got my own little world up here. it’s beautiful inside, but the problem is i forget to invite others in. i never meant to push you away. i honestly didn’t.
i’ve got a little girl now and i love her more than i’ve ever loved anything or anyone. i’m saving money and the plan is to buy a cheap rv, we’ve already got a place to park it. school is going great and i’m making good grades. for the first time in a long time… things are good. i wish you were beside me to see it. my heart aches for what our friendship once was and what it hopefully will be again.
i’m a coward, i can’t say it to your face. i’m sorry.
text me “pineapple” when you read this.
if i survive then i’ll see you tomorrow,