This is the last time. Then I'm done.

Five months. We practically lived together for five months and you knew me better than anyone else.

I know it was my fault for fucking up, but I tried to apologize to you over and over again. You wouldn't here. You took off and left me here by myself.

God, I was so lonely, crying myself to sleep every night wishing you'd come back to me. Not knowing how you were doing or how you were.

I knew it'd take you time for you to deal with things, but I didn't expect you to be perfectly fine. When we talked again you were a whole different person, not the John I used to know.

Instead you were cold, and you couldn't stand to talk to me. What happened.. I missed you. Didn't you miss me too?

How can you not expect me to be so.. psycho after this whole ordeal. Oh, everything was wrong. I'm still stuck in the past.. and you seem so far and yet so close. I mean, here you were wanting to be friends again, but this isn't you.

I don't know you anymore.. I wanna know what happened..

Everything.. after all of the drama we've been through.. I really don't know anymore. And you feel nothing.

It doesn't matter that you really loved me before. What about now? Don't you love me anymore?

I remember that no matter how many times you told me that you didn't care before, somehow at the end of the day, there was always you and me.. and there was you showing me that you cared even though you said you didn't. You were always there willing to work out whatever we had to work out.

And the ironic thing is.. no matter how many times we fought, or how bad it was, I always knew that you cared. YOU CARED.

And now.. I know you don't... where did you go.. cause I'm all alone here.. waiting for you to come back to me.

I'm at a point where there seems to be nothing left for me to hold on to.. and the only thing I know what to do is leave. Go somewhere far far away and leave it all behind, and my heart.. doesn't seem like it will be whole again.