I'm not your star..

Oh god. the air around me so THICK I CANNOT BARE TO TAKE A SINGLE BREATH. To think of you cold and shivering in a wet cell, shaking and mumbling wondering how to get out..
How could you DO THIS? WHat could have POSSIBLY been going through your head to think that this was a good idea..WHAT? Times like these I think everyone is going insane..It's like no one cares anymore and everyone is so wrapped up in THEIR problems. But going out and doing what you did does not settle anything [in the off chance that THAT was what you could have been thinking]
I need to get away for a while, but I need to see your face. Are you okay? Are you alive? SHouLD you be alive?
I'm sorry for those things I said..I say things I don't [and didn't and never will] mean..
I refuse to write another single word until this is settled...