I’m feeling some type of way.

Dammit. You fuck me up. I try so hard to be good for you. I’m doing better. And then you shut me down. You can continue to be mad at me. You can continue to ignore me. At this point, I’m just gonna go about my way. Disappear like I always do. I can’t wait for you to make up your mind on if you’re going to talk to me.

I’m sober now. In case you wanted to know. I did some fucked up shit. I probably and most likely treated you like shit. And for that I’m sorry. And you’re going through some shit. I get it. I’d be there if you let me. Whatever though. I screwed up and I’m trying to make amends.

That night i don’t know what I was mad at you for. And I don’t remember what I said. Or did. All I know is when I woke up, I felt like shit and now you won’t talk to me.

It’s alright. I suppose this is what they call karma.