decide.

[deathbyaltoids]

i want to call you but i have nothing to say. i don't miss you, per se. i miss our friendship. i don't even know if that makes any sense. i love how we are when we get together, and i hate how we are when we're apart. it's so cliched to say that i'm a wreck without you, but i hate the person i turn into when you leave. jealous, sad, angry. i think our friendship is too intense for us to handle. emotions fly chaotically, and usually things happen. we fight, kiss, laugh, cry, yell, hit, call, drink. one night turns into months of memories. the months, years in which i do not see you are then filled with a void that can only be filled when you return. and we repeat. the fighting, kissing, laughing, yelling, drinking. it's almost too much.

i can't tell if i should continue, or pretend we never met. all i know, is that it can't go on like we've been living it. and you return in less than a month.

decisions, decisions.