I am at a point in my life where I have no idea what I am doing.

And when it comes to you:
"I just wish I could make you understand how small and how sad it all was. So you'd know how little it all meant."

I didn't mean to be a cheating shitbag. I am not like that.

All I can think about is you and I, sharing that stupid couch, your arms around me and the torturous summerheat.