i wish i could tell you again that i care.
if the circumstances were different, i might.
but now..
sometimes i feel like hiding away in a corner so that i can pretend you're not there
sometimes i feel like pretending i dont feel so guilty
sometimes i feel like running over and crying about how awful life is
sometimes i wish you'd make me feel better, just like you used to.

but then i can't even say
i'm sorry

because it's not enough.

because i was the one who gave up.

because the shadows of the past still haunt me

because eventually you'll stop caring.
and ..
and ..

i don't want you to stop caring.

i'm selfish. ):