I dont believe that I've ever felt this bitter in my life. And i dont care. I dont care at all that i wish you would disapear. Why cant you? I dont ask for you to text me, or for me to be in the same room as the person youre calling. DONT TEXT ME! I dont care what you have to say about my writing, my art work, your incredibly fucked up life anymore. I mean, somedays i even start to believe myself that you dont exist anymore, maybe because ive put that standard in my head so much, but then you have to go and fucking do something to mess with that. And here iam again, dreaming of you. Of us, being back together. I dont want these dreams, these memories of you. Take them, burn them, drownd them. I dont fucking care, just take them away from me. Why cant you suffer for one day? Why cant you miss me, And dream of me? But no, dont worry, you still dont exist to me. I can feel you under my skin, smell you in the locks of my hair, and i can hear you, your voice, everywhere i go...but soon, this wont happen anymore. I will be over you, and you really wont exist.
- Current Mood: sick
- Current Music:some country shit