Just Tell Me What to Think

Dear You,


I can't tell if its a big ego, or you being insecure. Because apparently everything that I feel is because of you. Either way, I just can't stand it anymore. Everything is too weird around you now, and maybe that's my fault.

Don't listen to anyone, because they all have it wrong. Because of them, I don't believe in fate anymore. I don't know who they think they're kidding. And you've apparently noticed that too. You said so yourself, the exact thing I was thinking.

Maybe I'm just mad because I know I've messed everything up. I'm really sorry for that, by the way. I just don't have any of the answers you want to hear, and it kills me.

I've been putting this off. Writing this letter. I never know what to say. It seems that you've started to be annoyed of me like everyone else, something I deemed impossible. But everyone changes, so I should've expected this.

I just wish I'd noticed sooner; what was happening.

I find it hard to talk to you.

So I'll just have to write it for now.

This is my letter to you,


Sincerely Me.