I purposely hurt myself just to remind myself that this, all of this is real.
You know when you're drunk, you tend to do silly stuff. I'm always drunk, with out booze.
After a while, trying to adjust and adapt. After many, many crazy sleepless nights, the cold-turkey method of getting over you, now you're back.
I dont know if I should be happy or pissed off.
I want you back. I dont want you back. Iwant you like the first time I saw you. I dont want you looking the day you left me.
This is all so confusing.
Maybe another wound should do the trick.
I think it's nice to have someone to come home to. To hold. To love. The begining was nice. The ending...
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