Do you tell her RawR?

Will the questions and thoughts ever stop?

Will there be a time where you are not my every other thought?

Will I someday stop waiting for you to come back?

I try to tell myself that you are never going to come back. My soul won’t believe it but I’ll continue to remind it that you don’t love me or want me or care about me. I’m nothing to you and I have to accept that.

Easier typed than done.

Fuckingfuckfuckfuck.