I'm looking back on these last few days, back on this weekend, and i still can not comprehend what possessed me to do what i did.I'm torturing myself for hurting you, It's haunting me.and whats even worse is that i have no clue what you're thinkingyou say you don't hate me for ityou say that you were partially to blame tooand you say you need timeTime.. i hate that word, how much time?I like to...

(he's working at a camp 3 hours away all summer)you don't seem interested, i know you have lots of fun interesting things to do that are more fun then sitting in a hut on the computer, but i hoped that perhaps talking to me would make it worth it, that you would look forward to finally being able to talk. but every time i say hi you can't wait to say goodbye. you havent once asked me how i'm...