I hope you read this

Because I only go out to do stupid shit when you ask me to. Do you think I genuinely care about half the things I do with you?

It gets out of hand when I start talking to people in the second person but god damn it, I was enjoying my time with my friends and then you had to go and want to leave again. That was all fine and well but look how that ended up, me staring down the barrel of a loaded ticket. You're clingy, and I don't know what you want from me, but I'm sincerely angry I let bad ideas entice me to do stupid things.

I really hope you read this, because I'm in a lot of topsy turvy moods, most of which stem from you.