I just want to sleep in everyday and be lazy. Does that ever go away? Cause I’ve got shit to do.
I forgot how nice it can be to share a bed with somebody. It’s a wonderful feeling being held in your most vulnerable moments.
It’s been a while since I last cried over you. I hate that I do this to myself. I hate that you still have this affect on me. It’s been so long and yet I still can’t bring myself to face the things that remind me of you. And it makes me so mad that I still dream about you, after all this time. I should know better. I thought I did. I still remember the day you left me and the promises you made me. I waited so long for you to come home to me. I thought I had felt heartbreak before. But I hadn’t. It paled in comparison to what you did to me. I never realised someone could hurt me so much. Let alone you. I was such a fool.
I am such a fool.