I haven't written in a while, I've been out of sorts as it were.
I'm scared that I might be slipping back into that state of mind I was in three years ago. The argument we had the other week almost sent me back to square one, almost, I didn't quite get there but it was close. I might be at square 2 or 3. And I hate you for it. And I hate the fact I have to see you all the time, there is no escape in this tiny place we live in.
I wish you'd understand the idea that you can't have your cake and eat it. You chose to stay where you were. It doesn't mean you get me as well. Please let me be, and let me forget about you, stop trying to hold on to what you want but can't have. Instead of saying the things you know will work on me, just leave it now.
