Um, yeah.
It's like 1:31am and i'm here in front of the computer, drunk like shit, typing my heart out.
People say that drunk people always say the truth, and since i drank too much tonight, i'm coming clean.
Yeah, it's WAY TOO LATE.
But i don't give a fuck.
So here it goes.
I think i still love you.
No, it's not bullshit.
It's just me.
I miss you like hell man.
And i wish you'd be here.
I'm telling myself i like this other guy but deep down i know i don't.
I need you.
Tonight i realized that.
Maybe i'm too drunk, but then again i think i mean it.
Yes, it hurts my pride, my ego, my soul, my heart.
Specially my heart.
I'm probably going to regret posting this, but then again i might regret not having posted it ever.
I'm nervous as fuck.
You probably might be thinking i'm messing with your mind but i'm not.
My head is spinning.
I know it's right to say this.
You'll never talk to me again.
You'll never forgive me.
You think i'm the most horrid person ever.
But at least i get to tell you how i feel.
I feel warm inside.
It all started with me remembering how you held my hand.
And the picture of the burnt pancakes i sent you the first time i called you, which you probably never got.
Just so you know i still have that picture.
My brain is getting fried.
I sent you two text messages and a voicemail.
Yes, i was crying when i sent you the voicemail.
Yes. i IS you.
Not another person.
But you.
Please call me once you read this.
If i don't pick up, then leave me a text and i'll call you back.
I feel like shit.
But then again i probably deserve it.
But please just call me.
I still love you...