I should've been the first to cut ties. Now I regret not doing so. This is the problem. I don't do anything bad towards you because I have so much empty hope. it isn't fucking good. you aren't fucking good for me and I've established that. why is it so hard to accept and move on? I believe that everything happens for a reason, but I've been waiting 4 going 5 years. We were always close but we were never enough. I was never enough?
