That awkward moment when you realize the guy you’re currently involved with is basically a mixture of everyone else you’ve dated.
But luckily, he’s the good parts of all of them.
Drunk.
Fuck.
I hate how much I miss you all the time. Including right now. But you won’t talk to me.
Damn it.
I’ve loved you with so much of me for so long. I would have done absolutely anything for you. You said you’d do anything for me but when it came down to it, that was a lie.
I loved you for so long, but I guess it’s time to let you go.
I hope you’re happy without me since you couldn’t be happy with me.
- Tagged
- may 2012
- depression
