Why is it that

saying sorry only makes it worse?
I really was okay with this... more than okay.
But then you had to prove you WEREN'T a heartless douchebag.
Now I'm not so okay. So here I am, up until the wee hours of the morning again. Thinking. Unable to sleep. Unable to breathe properly. Its like you set off the balance of my life. You give me stupid unexplainable panic attacks.
I really miss the feeling like everything is okay Christine. This one is no good.

I miss you. And you. And I wish you would remember me from a hole in the wall.
seriously... life...
gah.
I really don't wanna deal with band tomorrow. I don't get how kickball is a workout. Or how I'm supposed to wake up and be functional after you reversed everything.
mehhh.