I'm progressing to making not just myself miserable but making other people miserable too. Your absence is tearing apart my very being, my very essence of function. I'm dying inside a little bit more every time someone asks me about you because I still have to tell them "I don't know". I'm not blaming you. Even though it kinda sounds like I am. I'm not. Its like Pete Wentz wrote : my back has been breaking from this heavy heart. My back is breaking, my soul is breaking, my spirit is breaking. I'm turning into this monster that I don't want to be.
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