know this.

i want to say sorry, but im not. how is it possible to be here and yet say cannot be bothered. im stumped. say you have nothing to say to me, why not just tell me what's the problem. how do i know how you both feel, when silence is all i get but i already asked. im amazed how nothing ever changes every year. but this time is different because this time, you're not the only one who cannot be bothered. im sick of all these; everything else seems like an excuse to get out.

but at least im doing something did something about it..
ah forget it. im done. nothing ever gets through anyway.