Finally, someone to stick around again.
Too bad we don't know what will happen in two months.
I'm graduating, you're just starting out.

Too bad we don't know what's going to happen in two days.  
Whatever these two weeks were is probably over already.

I hate Valentine's Day.
I'm angry with God for always making it
the worst time of year
in my love life.

Back to that thing that might end it all.
I find out officially this week.

Maybe you were carrying it, maybe I was.
Both of us were careless enough about it, so it doesn't really matter.
Perhaps you will surprise me, and come to the conclusion we can work through it.
Perhaps you have it, too. Then it doesn't matter.
Hopefully you don't.
I have to let you decide what you are willing to risk.
I can't ask you to risk anything for me.  

What's worse? Telling you or imagining the scenarios that will come of it
God, please don't let me cry.

It's only been two weeks. This may have been over in a day but now the possibility isn't even there.

**** this, **** that, **** my ******* habit.

I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for you. Why couldn't I just have been happy with myself, for once?