PROZAC

Love, loathe, repeat.
2012-11-28 01:19:20 (UTC)

It's time that I should stop believing.

You rang me earlier and told me we can't be friends and that you wanted me to delete your number and not stay in touch. You said you were 'setting me free' because I still had hope that we'd get back together and that I wasn't moving on.

I thought the plan was to go for a drink next week and see where we were, so me not moving on and hoping we'll get back together was apparently a bad thing.

Did you ever want to get back together? Why does this feel the same as fucking last time? I think i'm done with all this, i'm sick of being fed false hope and then basically told that i'm fucking nothing. Apparently I upset you, well i'm sorry, fuck how I feel right?

I know you, better than I think you know yourself.




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