Stupid me.

I don't know why I keep writing about you, eventhough you don't read it, well not anymore.
Yesterday, I tried making it a good day for you but I failed terribly. You were upset, not being able to be free for the day, I thought I could make it a little better for you. Yes, I didn't think much, didn't plan well. I'm a terrible planner.

But when I said I was sorry, you said "it's okay". Does that mean I really did something wrong by trying to make you happier? It hurt me a little. Cried a little too.

I don't know why I do the things I do when I know you don't appreciate it. Therefore, I am stupid.
A big idiot.