Just a side note.
It's disgusting and hot... and all of a sudden...
I talk about poison people... friends that make you feel bad and bring you down.
I used to think you were a poison person, but then I started thinking... are we even friends? The lines of communication have slipped... I understand that they had to, given the change we both had to go through. It was necessary, but now I keep thinking...
Usually when I associate the word "thinking", people usually go "oh no, here we go again". I'm ready to move on... at least for the most part I am. Then I read something, stumble across a scent or something equally sentimental and just... sort of crack the wall I've had put up. I can't help this feeling in my stomache that tries to convince me that what I wish I felt was actually real and tangible.
Maybe I have a bit of a High Fidelity syndrome, trying to find out what went wrong with everyone that forced us apart so that I can fix it for next time...although I can't feel a next time, even though I try as hard as I can to get a next time.
They say he's not worth it and that I can do better, maybe that's true and maybe I should realize that, but he's so good and amazing that I know he is, was, can be worth it again, yet instead, I sit here and let those voices torture me again and again.
No one has made me feel as glamourous and beautiful as he does. And I can finally say this with experience behind me.
I talk about poison people... friends that make you feel bad and bring you down.
I used to think you were a poison person, but then I started thinking... are we even friends? The lines of communication have slipped... I understand that they had to, given the change we both had to go through. It was necessary, but now I keep thinking...
Usually when I associate the word "thinking", people usually go "oh no, here we go again". I'm ready to move on... at least for the most part I am. Then I read something, stumble across a scent or something equally sentimental and just... sort of crack the wall I've had put up. I can't help this feeling in my stomache that tries to convince me that what I wish I felt was actually real and tangible.
Maybe I have a bit of a High Fidelity syndrome, trying to find out what went wrong with everyone that forced us apart so that I can fix it for next time...although I can't feel a next time, even though I try as hard as I can to get a next time.
They say he's not worth it and that I can do better, maybe that's true and maybe I should realize that, but he's so good and amazing that I know he is, was, can be worth it again, yet instead, I sit here and let those voices torture me again and again.
No one has made me feel as glamourous and beautiful as he does. And I can finally say this with experience behind me.