the only rings i want want buried with me are the ones around my eyes.

sorry.
i really am.
i screwed up so bad, i cant expect you to still want to be around me.
so i understand if you want a break or something,
because remember how we used to talk about how much you hate my parents and why?
well that's me now.
i crossed the line.
did you know that kids whose parents smoke are more likely to smoke when they're older?
its the same with other things.
i know its not okay.
i shouldn't do it.
i tried to stop the thoughts in my head.
it's really hard.
if you knew half the stuff that goes on in there...
you'd kill me.
i dont want this.
im gonna regret saying this, but maybe it's better if you're not around me.
it'd be better for you, i mean.
it'll kill me,
but i'll be happy im not hurting you.
which i've been doing a lot of recently.

when you protect someone, you eliminate anything that could cause them harm.
that's what i'm trying to do.
even though you "dont need protecting"
which is true in most cases.
anyway, rambling is boring to read.

xx i will always love you.