i don't want anything more, than to see your face when i open the door.

i don't know why you have to be so mad. this is me, this is who i am. i'm lousy, i tend to fall easily, i'm not that smart, i don't even know what the hell am i talking or what am i doing, and i'm certainly can't decide and be sure about anything, at all. i've been so polite, i've tried very hard to make things right ; but if you couldn't just take it -- well, it's just too damn bad.

i know it doesn't seem so fair, i'll send you a postcard when i get there :DD