it’s good to know you’re not dead. i’m just having a hard motherfuckin time taking that fact in having assumed for so long.

i think i’m not as passionate about this as i thought i was.

you’re amazing and sweet and i’m glad we’re friends. and i’m so. so so sorry i hurt you if i did

sometimes i worry about you while other times i’m thinking. ‘nah. they can handle it.’ 

i still don’t know what happened or why we ain’t talk no more. if i did something, i’m sorry.