dear you,
i'm giving you what you wanted - but I always have. Yet you still can't stick around right now. I know, I know. You want to sober up, you want to straighten things out but damn it. I was not someone who took you to the bar. I was not one of the people who told you "let's get wasted, babbyy." No. Remember me? The girlfriend who got into arguments with you about how much you drank until I stopped caring because you just got angry. So I shut up. And now you're taking a break - from me, essentially, for what? Yeah, you almost had your freedom ruined (your words, not mine) but I saved you from that. Look at me doing yet another thing to please you. You can go to the bar now and bitch and pretend you wanted to be a dad, and complain about me all you want but when it comes down to it, I couldn't let the kid have a dad like you. That is beyond fucked up. I have to come to some kind of peace on the matter, and I wish you'd be there to be more then a ride and a wallet, but you're not. So while I'm curled up in a ball after tomarrow, hating myself - and you're back in bed asleep, I hope you think of me. I hope you think of me next time you take a sip and I hope you think of him/her that could've been amazing, but we're too messed up.

sadly still love you, really wish I didn't,

me.

Dear Me,

If I could...I think I would take back that one decision. I think I would chose to stay. What does that say about me now? I'm happy...aren't I? I am...but I would be happier the other way.

Confused,
Me

Dear You,

I'm not sure I could ever tell you...I'm so sorry.

Love,
Me