False Cause

Acceptance is one thing. But just being stupid is another. I feel like writing this so I can at least release the emotion and in time for that day. However, I can also doubt myself even for a person of confidence. I was too drunk then and you noticed. I'm sorry for the stress I put on you.

I can believe that I might be doing this foolishly or, at the very least, for some reason. I don't know if I truly love you or I'm stuck in a Romeo & Juliet fantasy, but I look forward to you every single day. But the questions just keep arriving. I just felt horrible that day and I really don't understand myself. Congratulations to my analysis brought from another person.

But I'm running out of everything. The cellar's being deserted. And it might be only a matter of time before life decides to get rid of it.