I try to be nice to you and you just use that to tease me. I try and tease back but it just hurts you. I don’t know how to deal with you at all, as much as I would like to.

Am I really that big of an idiot? My biggest regret, my greatest mistake.

How I long for the days where we could idle the days away happily, smiles across our cheeks, laughter echoing throughout our rooms. Those days are gone, dead, remembered but eager to be forgotten.

How I do miss you and how I resent you for making me feel that way.