Tim looked down. He felt bad again. He always seemed to feel bad for himself, even when he told himself not to. He sighed, looked up, saw her face, and looked back down. He needed to say something. He absolutely needed to say something, so he sucked in a breath, and began to speak. Slowly, not wanting to mess it all up even more.

"Okay...okay, listen to me. It's not that I'm not enjoying myself or that I'm angry that I'm here or that I hate everything about this. Im sorry I made you feel bad, It wasnt my intention. This is just honestly the most contact I've had with anyone in, like, roughly five years. I've been locked away in my room, staying away, fighting off waves of depression --again--not to mention my crippling self doubt. I'm sorry that you think I'm not grateful or if you think I dont like you, because I do like you and I am absolutely grateful."

A few drops of rain were starting to fall now, but he was trying not to notice it as he spoke.

"I feel like shit, but you already know that. I always feel like shit. But I just... I want you to like me...and I want you to be my friend but I've just been making you upset, and I've been fucking up our relationship since [i] day fucking one.[/i] I'm sorry. I really am."

He bit his lip, looking down, breathing heavily. He'd never let this much out before. He grabbed his right arm, rubbing his fingers over the center area, when the arm starts to bend. He spoke again.

"Just... I'll turn around and walk home if you want me too. I just... I dont know what to do anymore. Talking is hard, and I'm out of things to say, so... I dont know, what do you want..."