You've left a stain on every one of my good days.

Jun 04, 2005 22:56

Man, here I was thinking that I'd gotten over Eric. Here I was thinking that maybe I could make myself happy with Eric M again. I had managed to convince myself that I was at least most of the way over Eric. I figured that the agony I feel every time I look at his fucking wrist and see that damned pink hair band was just run of the mill jealousy and would also fade. Then the dreams started.

I've dreamt of him every night for the past week. And being around him now kills me because, well... Because a little part of me dies every time I see him. A little bit of what I gave to him falls into the growing gap between him and I. I gave him everything and it's lost. Just like last time with Eric M. Except instead of drugs, it's a girl that's causing me to lose it.

Fuck it, I don't even wanna talk about it. Im back a square one.

Back to where I was this time last year.

Back to being a walking corpse.

And I can't summon the drive to care.
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