It's true... money can't buy you happiness.

Spending a few hundred dollars sure keeps your mind off things, but everywhere you go, everywhere you look, something reminds me of all the things I've ruined. Songs played at the bar, roads we drove down together, places we've been... it hurts to know that I had to give it all up because my heart and my mind aren't synchronised. I come home and instantly I start crying reading about the pain I've caused you. I wish I could change the way things were.

I just don't know if everyone understands why... why this has happened, why I chose to do what I did. I didn't choose to do this to be easier on myself, infact I think it's much harder. I could have taken an easier route but that would end me off in a worse situation than I am now, and frankly I don't think I could live with that...

All I seem to do best at is hurt people...