ever.

I’m sorry that I called. I should never ever have picked up the phone. But I didn’t think you would answer; now it’s a big blown-up thing. I can’t be here anymore, just wanted it to be over. I still have a dream to walk where the clouds are big and covered in clover. I can’t forget all the mistakes I have done and it takes a lifetime to get over them. I count the reasons why I can’t stand myself, and I’m looking in your eyes for the answers. Life isn’t easy, maybe it shouldn’t be. However I wish that sometimes, someone could see that I’m really hurting. At the same time I might be really bad of seeing myself. Maybe I just look at you without really seeing you. If that is the case, I’m sorry.

I’ am still in love with my book. It makes me feel like I want to be a teacher. I want to make a difference.

Don’t know what I would do without you. Thank you for needing me.


I never really thought you would answer.