i'm tired. i miss you and i dont even know how you feel about all this. i never know how you feel about anything. you never tell me what you feel. ever. i dont know if you're hurt too or if you try not to think about it or if you arent even upset about it...if this makes you happy. i'm not entirely sure i want to know what you feel, but knowing something would at least bring me into the light. all i know is you had the time, i just wasnt worth it. you had the time, you just never took the time to see what you were walking away from...