analith

I'm sorry... I'm sorry that I made you wait on the side of the road in the middle of the night... I'm sorry I made you get out of bed... I'm sorry that I'm a bad influence on you... I'm sorry I'm too much of a pussy to put myself on the line.

I always said that I would be willing to put myself on the line, but after everything, I can't... It's almost like I know that it could be "better" but it also could be "worse" - and I'd rather keep it at neither good nor bad instead of risking it.

Fuck it. Fuck me. I just have to do it. I have to just say it. But the time is never right, the timing is always off... and that's what you do to me. I don't even know what I think or feel anymore... It's just so confusing.

It's not like it used to be either. Because we used to never touch, but now...