i want to make you as lonely as me

maybe I'm just stupid, but in a way this makes sense to me. i keep something of yours really close every day just so i never forget. I'd say I'm sorry a million times but it wouldn't really matter. i go back and read sometimes but it's like they aren't even my words because i can't really relate to those feelings anymore. call me crazy because I probably am. call me pathetic because that's really the best way to describe it. I've written a thousand letters just to file them away under "you don't stand a chance".