Wednesday, 7 December 2011

The worst part about this fucked up situation is that I actually still miss you.

I can say all I want, but even though you've been a complete prick to me and don't even think I'm worthy of a conversation, when I think about us being together it still makes me happy. Some of our conversations still make me feel good. 

And that makes me feel like shit, because after all that you left me so quickly. Right now, seeing you is so hard because I'm torn between the side of me that genuinely wants to spit at you at the sight of your face, and the other side of me that remembers how good it was when we were 'us'.

Why the hell did you have to fuck with my head like this?

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