you've got a year.
a year to make it up to me;
a year to prove yourself.
a year to give me creative, explosive, emotional musical experiences.
to give me loving, meaningful, adoring friends who fit.
to show me why i should stay.
and if you can't, i am leaving you.
it is as simple as that.
i'm not quite sure where i'll go yet, but i have to go somewhere.
i love you, but i can't stay if you aren't going to give me what i need anymore.
i will miss you.
but sometimes, it is time to go.
(i get excited when i think of other people and other places, and i think that that might be a sign. i am mentally cheating on you all of the time, and maybe that means i should just break it off.)