  " broken bones and promises. you didn't have to tell me who you are, i knew right away. why are you calling me? you tell me you read about my dad. you told me you were sorry. you wanted me to talk. i admit that i blew you off.
what else am i supposed to do? am i supposed to play nice and talk about my feelings? do you really want to hear about how i'm feeling? then we can be nice and civil with each other for a few weeks (days? ) before one of us is screaming at the other for something or another. no thanks. i think i finally learned my lesson the last time. i could have skipped all the nice bullshit and gone straight into yelling, but really nobody needs that shit either. so i just blew you off. i'm an asshole. whatever. what else am i supposed to do? i can't decide whether i love you or hate you...and some days i'm not so sure that it's not one in the same.
it's a comforting thought to think that i have a place to run...i just wish it wasn't you. i am nothing you need to be worrying about anymore. i am not your problem. you made your choice and i made mine. " sorry. i don't know.
whatever. 
