It's going to be our '2-month anniversary' and here I am, saturday night, laying in the coach, watching some stupid film, and thinking about you. Thinking about how hard the things have become, how sad is everything and, overall, how much I miss you... Yeah, I know, it's not your fault, but... Is it mine? Have I done something wrong?I really don't think so... The only thing that I have done is trying to understand you... Yes, maybe I am so foolish, but I have been trying hard to understand you, to understand your ideas, and mainly to be your friend.
You are a unique boy, and I know it... You are special, strange, and as you know, everybody tell me that you only want to hurt me, I don't think so... I don't want to think so... I trust on you... 'as always'... But as I have said, I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND!
You know, I'm not normal... but neither you are... And all this is hurting so much... please finish all this fucking shit...
You are really important to me... and you know it...