Stop.

I'm hating this... FUUU.
I hate the fact that you think that  I'm mad at you, I just don't freaking get it.
And you think that I'm blaming you for everything I know very well that most of everything was my fault.

I do want to talk to you but I just don't know how. Okay?
You say you've been trying. I'm also trying okay.
It's just to hard to face you, to go back to normal.
To be normal.