I wish I could wake up with amnesia, so I could forget all the stupid little things that you do that make me happy…
"Even on bad days, I’ll still be happy with you."
I know..no matter how much I say I’m sorry I already know I fucked up things so bad that nothing can fix it. I’m such a fuck up and I’ve accepted that. I just can’t fucking deal with myself anymore.
And let today be known as the day I fucked everything up..
"I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be."