Dear someone/s, I know I have not been a good friend - or person in general. I know I fucked up a lot of things. I know I'm just good with words - maybe that's why I now prefer to call myself a writer. I know I barely show up. And I also know that I'm the kind of person people would not want to be friends with - ever. You see, I know you know how unstable I am. How the little things affects me in so many weird and annoying ways. I do not know how to dodge pain. I do not know how to not feel things. There are so many things going through my head - it's so overwhelming. It's like, I need a 20 hour alone time everyday to process my thoughts. But I also want you to know that I am trying. Everyday, I decide to make it up but unfortunately, most times I end up on my bed - ignoring the world and not caring if Satan emerges from the ground. But I am trying. It's just... hard, you know? It's already too much to ask for patience and understanding. I do not want those anymore. It's starting to get pathetic. Maybe I guess what I'm trying to say is... it's OK if we do not talk ever again, it's OK. Because I am tired, too.