So... You said you wanted me to take a break. As long as I wanted. And I got confused. Were you saying that for me? Or did you need a break from me? I mean, I didn't think I'd offend you by deactivating my account. Now I'm really really confused. Did you get angry? Or were you saying that because you understood what I meant?
Three fights. One day. One hour, actually. In a moment, my life went spiraling down. One fight with a best friend. One misunderstanding with you, which you probably don't even know about. And one fight. That brought the past back to me. Stuff I didn't remember. Memories that were best left buried. They came back. HE BROUGHT THEM BACK! Damn him, damn him, damn him.
I'm not confused. I don't have to choose like before. This time, this time you've left me alone. I needed help, I needed you. And you're gone. What do I do?
Taking myself away from the world may keep everyone else happy. And I like that. But what will I do? Keep myself at home for another month? How long can I stay without talking to everyone, without talking to you? One day tortured me this much. Give it one month, I'll be dead. I'm already dying inside. I am.