11.27.19 9.19a.m.
I'm sorry for everything I've ever done wrong to you,I'm not trying to downplay or minimize any of the pain I've caused I just don't know how to go about things sometimes and I see u on that ship drifting away from me and I know that am alone In all of this,and as I stand under this gray skies and I smoke this cigarette that keeps me 5 more minutes away from your side,I'm scrambling to find the answers the way to fix all that I've broken,I just want you,I'm so lost and so scared, I just want ian,I feel you indecision pulling at you,I feel my spot in your heart grow cold,I'm dying here without you,and all I want is my ian,i am now made of stone a statue of the wreckage of a dismembered corpse and all i want is one more second with you
