I talked to you today because I'm an idiot. I didn't say anything in particular to you; I said that I was in the hospital for other reasons .... not pertaining to you.
I don't know why. I don't know - I look in the mirror and ask myself "Why" over and over again, but I've yet to find a solid answer that explains it. I'm home alone tonight and instead of savoring it, I'm pacing around, consumed by my thoughts.
I shouldn't have picked up the phone.
Fate has plans she just doesn't wish to reveal at this time. She keeps me hanging by a thread.
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