I never realised how unstable my feelings were. Just the presence of your name could bring my mood from hyper to down right bitchy. Trolling my friends. Faking a smile to the respected. Absent minded. How did you mange to still hold my heart after eight and a half months. I thought I've set myself straight three months ago. That I would never let myself stoop low enough to miss you. But that's just the sad truth now isn't it. I hate this. Needing you yet not wanting you.
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