Judge Me.

I’m losing everyone.

I lied.

I do miss you. I miss you sooooo much. I miss the friendship we had and I miss cuddling with you. I miss texting you and actually getting a reply. I miss getting an “I miss you” text after staying home from school for one day. I miss everything about you. 

Moving on is easier than I thought.

Granted, I’m sure I will always have feelings for you, I’m doing just fine with the break up. I don’t lust after you anymore. I don’t miss you as much as I thought I was going to. Probably because I’ve been so mad, but hey, anger is working for me. If you were to ask me out again one day, maybe I’d still say yes. But that’s not the point. The point is that I’m not going to wait around for that day. I’m moving on. And if by chance we somehow seem to mesh together again, awesome. I can’t wait. And I won’t.

God, I miss you.

We’ve only been broken up for a day. And I know I’ll still see you every day at school. And we’ll still hang out. But god, I fucking miss you…

I suppose it was only a matter of time before you gave up on me, too.

everyone always does.

why should you be any different?

I give, and I give, and I give.

and what do I get in return? Distance. Uncertainty. Silence.

You always stop texting me at the worst times.

kill me.

You don’t want to regret this but you’re making it unbearable.

Stop overthinking and be happy. Whether that’s with me or not.

We’re falling apart in the palm of my hand.

and I can’t do anything about it.

Don’t make plans with me if you’re not going to stick with them.

Because then I just end up sitting at home with nothing to do. Not to mention I spend the rest of the night angry with you. If you don’t want to hang out, tell me. I’ll do something else instead of waiting around for you all night. Come on, you’re wasting my time.