I'm sorry if I'm not as consistent as I want to be on this whole ordeal. There are just days, like this one, when I wish everything could be bright and chirpy, and everyone could say all the right things at all the right times so I won't spiral into a web of loneliness and frustration.
I guess you just happened to say the most innocent thing, and it was not the right thing nor the right time for me. I guess I was doubly hurt because I expected it least from you. You were supposed to know I wouldn't want you to tell me that. But then, that was when things were tight and subconscious between us.
It wasn't your fault, that's for sure. Any other day I would have taken no offence. Or maybe a very mild one I can brush off. Today, I really took it hard.
I am out of focus. I am forgetting my promise again. I am sorry.
I will be better tomorrow.
