I’m sorry that I am how I am. I’m sorry I push everyone away. I’m sorry I don’t say much. I’m sorry that I’m so difficult to figure out - too complicated for people to stay around; maybe that’s why everyone gives up on me in the end. I don’t know why I’m like this honestly, and I’m unsure how to change. I’m sorry that when you talk I’m silent, I’m just too caught up - I find it beautiful when you speak. I get lost in your words and eyes, the way your body helps articulate what you’re saying. I love listening, I’d much rather listen than talk. It probably seems like I don’t care but the fact of the matter is that I just care too much. I’m so lost that I forget to speak, but trust me there is so much I want to say. I hope to share it with you someday, so please don’t you leave me aswell. Talk some more I want to hear.