So i don't exist. It's my fault, i know already.

I know it's my fault.

I know that i shouldn't have fallen for you.

I know we can never be together, maybe just platonic friends.

I know i've been a total jerk, but please believe that i'm trying.

I know i'm not trying hard enough.

I know that maybe it's too late.

I know you hate me.





but do you know, that i still really care?

45 days left to suffer, 45 days left to make things right.