i still think of you sometimes
but i'm not sure if it's in that way
would you want it? i don't know.
words hurt, they sting like nothing else, but I eventually have to let go. and it's getting easier certainly. there are still hurdles that i'm avoiding. am i giving it a go? i know others aren't. i get angry because you fell for the wrong fucking person. i don't want to be angry at you. i want this to be over.
who am i kidding, i'm a terrible selfish person, possessive, needy, almost always nauseous.
i need to occupy myself with something, but i must wait till it all ends, till this hour is up before i can even do a single thing. i'm lonely but it's fine. i just feel like i'm being punished for honesty. it's cool (but not really).
