My Letter

Just another letter to you that you'll never even read.

I know you get frustrated with me a lot. I get frustrated with me, too. You know a lot more about me than anyone else, and it scares me. That you know that much and can judge me, and that I trust you enough to tell you these things. And I do not like feeling scared, uncertain. And I'm not used to trust. My anxiety is too bad for that. I at least hope you can understand that, and know that it was never on purpose. And what happens Friday is stressing me out way too much and the unknownness of what will happen, between us and in general, but at least it will give you a break. And you have no idea how much I really appreciate everything you've been doing for me, and have done for me this whole time. But I will never understand why, or believe you when you try to tell me unless it's something I expect. So... I'm sorry for setting you up to fail. And thank you for sticking around anyway. Even if its only because you know that soon there will be nothing around to stick to.