A Letter of Sorts, a Confession

I don't know what to say.

I know you'll read this.

I thought of you all day.

I'm making a choice. Two seperate ones. And i have no idea what i should do. I have no idea what i'm feeling.

I meant it when i said that there would be an easy way and a hard way. And we'd have to decide which was which. And which was right or wrong. Well I don't know. I can't decide.

There's a difference between a need and a want. And i'm not sure which is which. I'm not sure about much of anything, i know.

I mean, if things were easy would they really be worth it? But what if things are hard and they turn out to be just as unworthy?

It's not ok for me to withdraw and be distant, but it is for you?

needless to say I'm drowning. Needless to say I'm drowning.