PROZAC

Love, loathe, repeat.
2009-08-30 16:41:23 (UTC)

I'm not living, i'm just killing time.

Before I left for work yesterday, before you went out for your friends 18th I told you I had started cutting again. You didn't say anything, I'm not really sure what that means. I guess I was at least expecting some sort of worry or some form of emotion from you. I guess you really are through with me.


I have no idea what time you got home this morning, you didn't bother replying to my text or anything. I remember the days when you used to stay up for me, set your alarm and get up at 6 am for when I finished work, even though you had college a few hours later and could really do with the sleep. You used to be so into me. I'd love to know where it all went wrong, when you stopped loving me.


Reaching out for a hand that's not there.




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