ugh.
ugh ugh ugh ughh.
i can't find an in-between. i can either be miserable and love you and miss you like no other, or i can let it go a little, give you some space and live my own (so awesome) life over here and distance myself a little when we talk. i can't do anything in the middle. if i spend more time talking to you, joking with you, i miss you, and then i'm sad. so this is best, i think, at least for now. probably for ever, actually, because even at home i was too attached.
but i don't like this. i don't like calling to say hello, how was your day, what are your plans tonight, okay, have fun, talk to you later. why the fuck do i even call?
and the worst part is you see it, you asked about it, but you accept it, like this is enough for you, this is what you want from me. this is what you're looking for in this relationship, this singularity, this individuality, and now you're content. while i'm screaming inside.
ughh.
i can't find an in-between. i can either be miserable and love you and miss you like no other, or i can let it go a little, give you some space and live my own (so awesome) life over here and distance myself a little when we talk. i can't do anything in the middle. if i spend more time talking to you, joking with you, i miss you, and then i'm sad. so this is best, i think, at least for now. probably for ever, actually, because even at home i was too attached.
but i don't like this. i don't like calling to say hello, how was your day, what are your plans tonight, okay, have fun, talk to you later. why the fuck do i even call?
and the worst part is you see it, you asked about it, but you accept it, like this is enough for you, this is what you want from me. this is what you're looking for in this relationship, this singularity, this individuality, and now you're content. while i'm screaming inside.
ughh.