I don’t even know why I bothered to make an effort. Avoiding the itch on my arm and thighs. Choking down disappointment. You know I was told that if the one you loves needs space, you leave it be. I’m sick of apologizes and next times. I’m sick of thinking maybe he’d miss me as much as I miss him. Maybe he’d want to stop by just to see my face, the face he says he loves so much. Why does it still hurt? I’m losing my feelings, and I can’t even remember how happy his smile made me.. Its truly scary. The reason why I hate text posts is that you can’t tell if you’re making sense. It’s my go to when I have nothing else. So here i am, with nothing. All over again.