Still in pain. Still miss him. Still dealing with the fact that he never cared. I was a game. I was A GAME. Remember playing house when you were a kid? I think that's what our relationship was to him...playing at being a grownup...
I gave him back his stuff...today I just shoved it all in a bag and gave it to him...I think I'm healing...? Moving on, well, not so much...I like another person but he's just as unattainable as Addison is. Joy to my hopelessness...
I'm getting old I need something to rely on...
This could be the end of everything
I gave him back his stuff...today I just shoved it all in a bag and gave it to him...I think I'm healing...? Moving on, well, not so much...I like another person but he's just as unattainable as Addison is. Joy to my hopelessness...
I'm getting old I need something to rely on...
This could be the end of everything
It's not the end, Libby.
ReplyDeleteI love you. :)
And who's this other person?
I think I might know, although I've never met him I'm pretty sure...? :O
:P