I’m supposed to be composing a write-up but all I can think about is how I ruin your day.
The letters are running all over the page. I feel hot tears trying to peek at the corners of my eyes. It is a pain to close them and not let them escape.
And it hurts that when I talk to you, you reply with pain and anger in your voice.
I want to tell you I miss you but I’m afraid I’d bawl and never stop. I know you told me that you can say hurtful words. But I never thought you’d say I ruin your day.
Now that’s all I can think about.