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This is what I’ve come to fear the most
That all along I’ve been lying to myself
Thinking that I had you in check
Like a lost old toy forgotten on the shelf
Seriously! I know I should not let this bother me and that it probably means nothing. However, I am still really bothered by that text message. What the fuck. Why would you do that? We agreed not to speak anymore. You said you didn't want to hear from me ever again and you did not have any feelings for me. Not even friendly. So why do you care? Why does it matter how I'm doing? Why do you still have my phone number? Why do you insist on barging into mylife at the most unexpected times? Do you gain satisfaction from it? Or do you really care? Because if you really care then you are one sick and twisted bastard telling me to move on and let go and telling me that you were, and I quote, "Disappearing from my life." So I honestly did. I could go DAYS without letting those words slap me in the face all over again.
And yet there you are. 10 digits long and a lifetime worth of emotions. "Hope you're doing well."
I am, thanks.
Or, at least I was.
Now I just don't know what the fuck to do because like a cancerous growth you've taken over me and you're sucking me dry and you're not even here.
That all along I’ve been lying to myself
Thinking that I had you in check
Like a lost old toy forgotten on the shelf
Seriously! I know I should not let this bother me and that it probably means nothing. However, I am still really bothered by that text message. What the fuck. Why would you do that? We agreed not to speak anymore. You said you didn't want to hear from me ever again and you did not have any feelings for me. Not even friendly. So why do you care? Why does it matter how I'm doing? Why do you still have my phone number? Why do you insist on barging into mylife at the most unexpected times? Do you gain satisfaction from it? Or do you really care? Because if you really care then you are one sick and twisted bastard telling me to move on and let go and telling me that you were, and I quote, "Disappearing from my life." So I honestly did. I could go DAYS without letting those words slap me in the face all over again.
And yet there you are. 10 digits long and a lifetime worth of emotions. "Hope you're doing well."
I am, thanks.
Or, at least I was.
Now I just don't know what the fuck to do because like a cancerous growth you've taken over me and you're sucking me dry and you're not even here.