I'm really afraid to be happy because each time i get all happy, shit happens. I'm swallowing my pride right now to admit that i fucking miss you but does it even matter anymore? No, right? Lemme tell you this, you never meant everything you said because if you did, you wouldn't be putting me through the exact same thing. You know what, i'm really tired of calling and calling. Just exactly a week ago everything was fine, perfect. And now? I don't know. I leave everything up to Jesus to decide, xoxo.