Happy Home

I’m listening to Bedlight For Blue Eyes and wondering why I always have to fuck my relationships up. I know you’re giving me good advice. I know I should listen to it, I know you’re pissed at me. I scare myself sometimes. Get myself hyped up over nothing. Push people away. I’m terrified you’re going to leave me, now. Because I’m a horrendous bitch, I have mood swings, and I probably DO seem just like Bicycle. Please stay. Please don’t leave. I’m sorry if I’m slow to listen to your advice, or if I seem to ignore it. I do take it to heart. I love you, and if you leave I’m going to be at quite a loss for quite awhile.

You said several months ago, something along the lines of “A few years from now, it won’t matter, we won’t be talking to each other anyways.” I’d like for that not to be true.