Sometimes I'm just not sure about anything.

This is one of those times. I'm going to go to bed thinking about you, and wake up tomorrow realizing it'll never happen. I'll hope you're okay, even though I know that's why you're not texting me back. I'll hope you'll understand, even though you won't. I'll hope this doesn't hurt us, even though it will.

I'm alone. I'm vulnerable. I'm helpless. I'm hopeless. I'm sorry, so sorry.