Monday, 6 August 2012
11:21:07 PM (GMT)
It's only been four days since you've left,
but it feels like it's been months, years,
and I hate it.
I hate it so much.
I hate how I keep trying to act like I'm fine.
That thinking of how fucking much I miss you every damn milisecond of the day isn't
How everytime I turn around and you're not there it doesn't eat away at me.
That I don't wake up every morning and go to that room thinking you'll be in there
Instead it's just an empty bed, that feels cold, and scentless, but still for some
unknown reason I end up curling up in the bed and cry to myself for a couple hours.
I hate telling you that you have to go, and convincing you to go do things because
telling you to not continue talking to me because I miss you insanely, and to instead
go do something with your friends
simply because I feel like I'm taking up all of your time,
Maybe I only feel that way because you seem to take up all of mine,
even if you aren't texting me, or calling me,
I'm still waiting for those texts, and those calls.
It tears me apart to have to tell you to go.
It makes me hate myself a little more every time.
I miss you so damn bad.
It's been four damn days and you've been gone way too damn long already.
Even though I won't see you again till three more months in the nearest.
I'm so tired though.
So tired of telling everyone I'm okay, and acting like i'm okay,
and then as soon as no one is around, curling up and crying my eyes out for hours.
I hate missing you.
It's so damn unfair,
that there are so many people out there, who're together, when they don't even like
When I can love you so damn much, and know you feel the same, and have you be so damn
it's so damn u n f a i r.