Hi, you should read this. *YOU
I keep telling myself that you mean nothing to me, that I’m glad you’re out of my life. That I don’t miss thinking about you. But I miss you, I miss all of it. All of it that was never there. All of it that it could of been. All of it that you two will have, that you two have now. I keep smoking cigarettes hoping that one of them will really hit the spot. Chasing the craving of the feeling that once filled the pit of my stomach. As shallow as it sounds, I wish so badly someone else would come around. Someone that would blow you out of the water. Someone that would have the patience and respect to get to know me and put up with my shit. Someone to get my mind off of you. But it’s not happening and it’s killin’ me. I wish I was brave enough to hate you. I wish I had the strength to push you out of my mind like I had the strength to push you out of my life. I try to stay as far away from you as possible, hoping that it will somehow help. It really doesn’t. Thankyou. Thankyou. Thankyou.
