The perfect little picture you formed of me in your head now has huge smudges, rips and tears.
I'm sorry that you don't understand why I did it or everything that I'm thinking. I wish I could spell it out to you, explain everything, but I can't because I don't even know what I'm trying to say without getting lost in circles. Factors play into everything.
I'm sorry that I get defensive, that sometimes we really cant get into each others heads the right way.
You're in my head - of course you're in my head.
Along with so many other things.
I want to be able to just calmly show you what I mean. Just lay it all out there. It's so hard over text messaging. Sometimes I just throw my phone across my car because I just hate texting. Especially when you have so much to say and your fingers won't move. You just get frozen. I'd much rather write you a letter and send it to you, across two or three blocks.
My body aches and I think I'm too reliant upon caffeine.
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