I want to go out. I need to be in a place where music is so loud I can’t hear my thoughts. My head is the worst place to be, I can’t fucking handle it.
to forget someone you’ve loved.
Every time I try,
I just remember better.
As if forgetting is
another way to undress you,
another way to lay you down
and lose myself in you."
You know what was great about us? We were friends. Everyone else had so much drama. And we didn’t because we were friends. Best friends.
I won’t go back to the same routine. It doesn’t matter how much it hurts.
No more waiting for things to happen. If you want different results then you have to make different (and sometimes really hard) decisions. Won’t fall for the same antics again.
I have absolutely no one who wants to spend time with me. No friends. Nothing. How am I supposed to go on when I’m forced to stay all alone with myself and relive everything that’s stressing me right now inside my head over and over again.