I didn't need to do it.

I didn't need to aplogise to you.
But I still did.
I sucked it up, and I said I was sorry. And I meant it.
I am sorry for the way I spoke to you, if I made you feel like shit. I'm sorry for the way I acted.


I didn't need to say I was sorry. I spoke to you a lot better than you spoke to me.
But I did it.
Why?
Because I fucking love you. And because I hate fighting with you.
You mean more to me than a lot of my other friends.
(I'm sorry)
And I miss you.


But you threw it all back in my face.
Didn't even look me in the eye, didn't even look at me in general.
You turned everything I said back against me. And even tried to make me feel worse.

Way to go babe, it worked.
I feel like shit.
The scar on my leg can prove it to you.



































Eerie, isn't it?
The way it stares....
But it makes me smile, when I look at it. It made me smile when I did it.
God knows I need something to make me smile these days.

It was a lot worse, before.
I accidently scratched it.... I didn't realise until Matt told me there was blood on my ankle.
He told me it looked cool. I think so too.
Doesn't it?
You gotta admit that much.


I miss civilisation.