it's always just another day to you...
The thing is: I think you mean so much more to me than I do to you. It sucks cause we used to have the perfect balance. I know it's my fault and I shouldn't have done this and especially that but you cant blame it all on me. You cant write me letters hoping that that didn't change this when we both know it did. We can't keep pretending and I certainly cannot keep holding on.

I want to let go but fuck, you make it so hard.