I can’t control myself again.
It only took her being kind a couple of times for everything to snap back, for me to miss her so much, for the pain to feel as raw as the day she said we were over.
I hate this life.. because it leads me back to hope,
back to those dangerous little thoughts of “what if…?”
Why was I given this mind?..
Just so I could go insane from every thought?!
I want myself back…