it’s for the best
I’ve learned to not speak my mind, it never ends well.
I’m adjusting. Sitting back and just waiting for something at this point. I don’t know what to do with myself but continuing to be a stain on your life isn’t in my agenda.
I just wish I knew what was wrong so I can work on it. I feel out of control and lost not knowing my next step, and I’m always five steps ahead.
Time to float while I figure things out and find a safe way to forget about how I feel about you.
Maybe we can have a friendship at the end when I’m dead to everything about you.