WRONG

the last thing I needed was someone telling me how wrong I was. i'm already sulking, yet it just had to be squeezed dry. i needed some air. i wanted to think. i didn't actually run to a friend, i simply went to a place where i could lessen the building pain, anger, wonder, worry... yes, there was something wrong with it. i was wrong.

i always have been that awfully wrong. and maybe... maybe it was wrong too that you know so much. so much that you use it on me nonstop.

im definitely wrong for you. i'll let it rest there.