It's me, not you. For once in my life, I can actually say it, and be telling the truth. It's all my fault. I made stupid promises that I knew i couldn't keep, and now I'm in deeper trouble than I expected. I feel so guilty that I had to put you through this, and I feel rotten, and lousy, and sorry, and I feel like such a bad person. Maybe I am a bad person? I didn't mean to make you fall completely in love with me, than leave and go around like nothing happened. I just can't do this. I thought I could. I thought I could go on liking you and living life here; but I can't. I barely know you to actually decide how I feel about you. And it makes me feel so lousy how because of you, I wrote such beautiful things, and now it feels like a lie staring me right in the face. I'm sorry, I really am. I never wanted it to be like this. I hope you forgive me one day. or maybe never; I deserve that much.