"We aren't a mock-supposed to be"

I've figured it out. It's always been right there in front of my face but I was too busy complaining to see it for myself.

I'm happy.

I'm content. There is absolutely nothing wrong right now. I'm perfectly fine. Everything is good. In fact, it's so good, I have to complain just to take away the boredom and the unnatural happiness I'm feeling.

I don't care about lying to you. I don't care if you care that I have ever lied to you or will lie to you. All I wanted was to make a big deal out of something because I'm not used to having nothing wrong.

So, sorry for blowing up on you guys there. Sorry for complaining about anything. And I'm sorry you had to deal with it.



I do wish you would have walked a little bit more with me. And also answered your phone because I tried to call you nearly 4 times. I left a message though. I love you a lot. Like, A LOT. I hope you know that, but it's a hard thing to comprehend when you're not the one who is expressing it. And I don't care what you say, I am taking you on Thursday and you will spend that day with me. <3