I don't know why I'm giving you another chance. I don't even know whether I really am. You have failed. This time, it wasn't me. This time, it was you.
I know I usually take responsibility, even if the fault was not all mine. But this time I know that if I do that, it will become a vicious spiral: everything of me will be compromised away to please you, to keep us together, until all that remains is...what? Nothing worth keeping.
This is the journal I really intended to post.
I was talking to Gwen on the phone last night. She accidentally sent me a text that wasn't meant for me: "Lets wait a while to tell Arty that we're back together."