i’m sat watching dirty dancing because i borrowed it from you,i was supposed to watch it with beth holland, but i’ve got to watch it.

i had to get your letter out last night, times were bad, it’s a good job i nearly know it off by heart, because it;s that covered in tears it’s hard to read.

i don’t like the way you’re confused, and i hate the way i can’t help anymore.

i hope you know you can talk to me anytime, i will always help you.

i’m not in love with you anymore, i dno’t think, but i will always care, at least enough to help.

i don’t know if you do anymore, which also scares me, because you’re the only person who ever has, i don’t know what i’ll do when i stop being near you, with no one who cares left.

i told you last night, i dn’t even know why. i just wanted to, i thought it might help, and stop me burning my skin up.

it didn’t. i was relaxed enough to fall asleep though, after a while. thankyou.

i can feel it, bubbling up, tryna concentrate on the film so it doesn’t, but it is.