The curse that put me upon… that made me fall for you… why the fuck did you do that? You know, I was perfectly fine running my life until, until you came along. I told myself we were friends, why didn’t I listen?! And why were you… you?! I’m sorry that I can’t stop my feelings. I’m sorry that I made you mad. I’m sorry that I’m not that perfect girl everyone expects and wants me to be. But aren’t you supposed to learn from your mistakes? I don’t consider this a mistake. I just wish the story didn’t end this way, because I’m still in love with the person who helped me write it. I have always loved you, I just never said it. I’m tired of asking myself why I did this, why I told you I liked you. I wonder and regret, but at the same time I know I should have opened up more. People say that you are supposed to live your life to the fullest, is this the final chapter? Am I ending the pile of shit which is supposed to be called my life? I keep on asking questions, where are the answers? I have a feeling you have them… just answer me. …You were a priority, was I an option?