Secret #2

My emotions were and still to this day are unable to be explained. I remember asking each other if it was a dream because this was too good to be true. And it was.

My anxiety took over and destroyed us. I wanted us so bad.

Do you still need me?

I'm sorry that I can't do anything right. I'm sorry that everything I touch lately seems to turn to shit. I'm sorry that i'm "manalu" sometimes. I'm sorry that I keep making the choices that were never wrong before but seem to be now. I'm sorry that I keep making these little mistakes that end up being a big deal. I'm sorry that I just can't be what everyone wants me to be.

But mostly, I'm sorry that I just don't know how to fix it.

I'm tired.

So I'm sorry. I don't know what you want from me anymore.