My words don't always aline with my thoughts and this has become problematic. What's more problematic is the social anxiety that comes after. I am so miserable after spending too much time talking and being perceived. I never felt like this before I met you. I wish I never met you and I really wish you didn't say all that shit about me. I'm human, imperfect, a little irrational and full of longing. I have always been full of love and just want to share it to make someone smile to make their day a little better. I don't feel full of that love anymore. I feel lost in my mistakes. I have decided to try something else. I am going to be alone. I'll read all the books I have (they're waiting for me), I'll make something beautiful and a lot of ugly. I'll stop trying to have something in my life that doesn't understand me or care how badly I hurt. I will tend to my wounds and forget your face and hope that my love comes back again, ready to share with the world. I do wish you well and will wish everyone well forever... please pretend we've never met.