been so long but i just can’t seem to move on. tell me how to.
i just realised how fucking lonely i am. and bitter. bitter. bitter.
the sight of you taunts me endlessly. i didn’t know whether i should have spoken. maybe this silence between us is for the best
sometimes, i miss you. sometimes, when i can’t sleep, i start thinking about the good times we had. the dissing and the funny things you’d tell me. if you ever find yourself unable to sleep and in need of someone to talk to i hope you’d call me and tell me that i’m forgiven for the lies i’ve told and the disappointment i’ve caused.