My mind dosent work.
I miss you.
I think.
Possibly.
I don't know.
It's not that im not over you.
cuz i am.
im long over you.
Sometimes.
When im at the place we had our first kiss.
When im at the place i were at when i got that text, that you loved me.
When im doing something, are somewhere, our i just see something, that reminds me of one of our happy moments together. i can't help woundering what the fuck that went wrong. what i did wrong. we were happy. at least i was. you seemd to be happy. and you said you were. i thoght you were. then somebody reminds me of who you really are. what you really did. and that true feeling, the one where i hate you, comes back. and it sticks all day. untill i get home, go to bed, and play our memories in my head. then, that feeling that i have, and hate, comes back. but i cant say that i want to forget about you. becuse its our memories. the good and the bad. who makes us the person we are.