[Kate*]

I will never be okay again. I need you to get that, but I guess it doesn't really matter since I can't go back. I want help from you that I know you can't give me and I want to tell you something that I know I never can. I hope this isn't as weird as it feels to me. I over think everything. Here I am again wondering if I blew it or if it was never meant to be. She said I had the perfect storm and I agree, but sometimes that doesn't really help.

Maybe you really are going to work it out.

I want to live where my brain won't even let me visit.

I regret nothing, but I wish it hadn't all been wasted and the fact that I would do almost everything exactly the same, doesn't mean it doesn't haunt me like hell; and now it's going to hurt. I want my old life back so bad it kills me sometimes.