February 25

I hope you had a really good, relaxing day off yesterday. I still miss you, still think about you all day. Still regret hurting you. Still want you back. Still can’t live with myself. Sorry.

I know me writing these to you every day doesn’t help me to “get over” you like you said I should. But right now I don’t really want to do that — so I won’t. And if it is stunting you and your growth and hurting you from getting over me, I can just keep talking to myself in here forever, and you don’t have to read them.