mistersociophobia
on the brink of self destruction
mISsiNg YOu
here i am, sitting on my bed, thinking of you. i’m thinking about what we had, what we went through together. i shouldn’t miss you. i really shouldn’t miss you. but i do. unbeknownst to you, not a day goes by when i am not thinking of you. you meant the world to me. surprisingly enough, you still (somewhat) do. so as i sit alone contemplating what could have been and what was, i am sad. i am extremely sad. i am sorrowful. and i know that you don’t feel the same. which sucks, royally. however unfortunately i have very little control over my emotions and how strongly i loved you, which only further complicates my life.
to sum up: you suck, i love you, i hate you, i miss you and i hope you have a good life.
"sOmeONe hElp Me"
bAck tO SQuAre oNE.
"At this point in my life, I’m not looking for any happy endings. I’m just looking to get things started."- JONATHAN TROPPER, How to Talk to a Widower (via thegoodvybe)
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