It hurts, you fucker.

So I really want to talk to you. And while there are two possible outcomes of the talk, I'm certain I know which one it will be.

That means that I'm going to get hurt. I'm going to get super pissed off at you, I'm going to hate you for lying to me. I'm going to be miserable, sick, angry. You're going to go back on your word, back on a promise that I told you not to make. You're going to tell me what I don't want to hear. You're going to make me cry.

And I'm going to hate you for it.



I don't want to do that.
Maybe that's what's stopping me.