I'm wondering, why did I always treat you like air? You never returned my calls, our conversations were so brief, and you were always so busy. I know now, it's all because of me. We said we would see each other soon, but well, hey, that was last year. Back then I didn't know time mattered. That's probably why I'm here now, wondering why I was so stupid.

The regrets I have are just piling up on top of each other. I have a wall, a cage, and a mask around me now thanks to you. And yes, I blame you when I know I shouldn't. But it doesn't really matter anymore, doesn't it? Your already dead, and I'm dying too. Soon, I'll be joining you. I'm so happy, really. That way all the feelings I have now will be gone. I don't care if I'll be forgotten. I just want to leave everything behind. So when I rot away and join you, open me with welcome arms. I promise, I'll treat you like the world.